When I moved into the church center in Nagoya, there were about 100 members. We slept in the church office. I slept on top of a desk. Another sister slept on the floor underneath. Every bit of space in the office was covered by a sleeping bag.
I asked the members to show me pictures of True Father, but no one had any. In early December, I was recruited to attend a special workshop in Korea at the training center near Cheong Pyeong Lake. There I met True Father for the very first time in early December, 1969.
I really wanted to find out what True Father looked like. So, when we arrived at the training center, I went that very night to the little house where Father was sleeping. I started praying outside the building where he was sleeping around 3:30 a.m. It was dark and very cold, and maybe I was praying loudly. About 4:30 a.m. he appeared and opened the door so I could see his face. But I was shocked! I knew this man already. I had seen his face many times in dreams since I was 13 years old. In those mysterious dreams I saw an Oriental couple standing in white robes. They told me they were my "True Parents." However, I already had two very good Japanese parents. The couple in those dreams was not Japanese, but I didn't know which country they came from or if they were people living on the earth or spirits from a distant past. After seven years, I had found the person I had been looking for.
True Father didn't ask me my name but said only, "Why did you take so long?" Then, as he walked out of the hut toward the worship center, he gestured to me saying, "OK, follow me!" At morning service, True Father asked me to introduce myself and tell about my upbringing and my family to all the members. And he asked me to sing a song, which I struggled to do. But I didn't feel embarrassment. I had a strong feeling that he had been waiting for me. In my heart, I felt like I had met the greatest person in history. I felt so much hope for humanity.
From Tribute, pp. 54-55.