No Living Ideas About Me

During the challenging period of writing my dissertation, while balancing a full-time job and raising my five children, sleep became elusive. There were moments when I contemplated abandoning my academic pursuit altogether. It was during this difficult time that Holy Mother Han appeared to me in a dream.

I saw her sitting in her wheelchair amidst a desolate landscape of barren mountains. The ground beneath her was cold and muddy. Filled with concern, I ran toward her, crying out, "Mother, what are you doing here?" As I knelt beside her and placed my hand gently on her arm, I absorbed the bleakness of my surroundings. Not a single plant, flower, or even a weed grew in this lifeless terrain. The only other object in sight was the Rolls Royce that her eldest son, Hyo-Jin, had purchased for her—a sign of his presence with her.

Looking at Holy Mother Han, I felt overwhelmed by her profound sadness. She seemed to communicate that there were no living ideas about her, no growing understanding of who she truly was. When I awakened, I felt deeply remorseful for having been so absorbed in my own difficulties. This dream renewed my determination to persevere with my work to reveal who she truly is for God and the salvation of humanity.