One morning, Father Moon talked about the extreme time in which we were living. He said there would be a need for martyrs (meaning people who loved God so much that, like the followers of Gandhi or the people who worked with Martin Luther King, they would be willing to go into dangerous situations and even risk death in order to help the cause of peace). I was sitting up front at his feet, and after I realized what he said, I wanted to dig a hole under me and escape. Die! I wasn’t ready for that. So I struggled with it all day long on the cold streets of New York.
Finally, that night I left my usual sleeping place and found the coldest place in the house. I needed a showdown with God. I wrote out all my fears and anger and confusion. I wrote them out, emptying myself of the struggle, with tears flowing until my eyes were nearly swollen shut. I could finally say with total conviction, “Heavenly Father, I give my life for Your cause. I will die if that is what You want me to do.” Then I felt Him answer me, “Now that you have given Me your life, you don’t have to die. Be a living offering.” The next morning I was back at Father Moon’s feet, listening with red, swollen eyes but with a big smile on my face.
From I Am in This Place, p. 7