Principle Study Book and Workbook for Families

by Ray and Kathy Sabo-Clifton, NJ

The Principle Study Book and Workbook Set contains 20 lessons covering both Part One and Part Two of the Divine Principle. Part One has been revised and improved according to feedback and suggestions from the first printing. In addition, the 21st lesson summarizes the speech called "True Parents and the Completed Testament Age." The study book contains 400+ pages. The workbook is 100+ pages. Bright colors of a sunrise shine forth on the covers. We are confident you will be very satisfied and inspired with this set.

Each of the lessons in the Principle Study Book introduces the main points of the Divine Principle followed by discussion questions and a suggested activity. The pages are illustrated and the words are clear and simple. The Principle Workbook reviews and reinforces the ideas. It contains multiple choice questions and puzzles. A list of activity ideas for each lesson is given in the workbook, including the following areas: 1) artwork, 2) music, 3) performance, 4) field trip, 5) write, 6) actionize. These suggestions can be used to spark your own ideas based on the situation, time, ages, and the interests of the individuals. These books can be incorporated into Family Study, Sunday School Lessons, Workshops, Youth Activities, Discussion Groups, Lecturing, and Witnessing.

The Principle Study Book and Workbook can be used in different ways depending on the situation and the age of the children. 1) Each lesson can be read and discussed. 2) One page can be the "topic of the day." 3) One of the activities can be the "project of the day." 4) One of the questions can be the "discussion of the day." 5) One of the Bible Quotes can be a "lesson of the day." 6) One of the illustrations can be used for an explanation. 7) Or, just browse through the book until a discussion starts informally.

Members have also had a good experience using the books to give a simple explanation of the Divine Principle to their family, friends and contacts. We hope these books will continue to bring inspiration, hope and guidance for many families around the world.

Planting Seeds in Lithuania

by Joy Pople

A van-load of American Unification Church members arrive in Anykcsiai, Lithuania, the headquarters of about 20 sites offering seminars during the summer of 1991 on the teachings of the Rev. Sun Myung Moon, founder of the Unification Church. Most of my traveling companions are sent out to other workshop sites. I will be spending much of August here at a rest-camp in the pine woods of central Lithuania.

In a few hours about 200 teachers will be arriving by train from Moscow for a ten-day seminar. John, Celeste, and Linda, who have been living in Russia for a number of months, are leading the seminar. Mohammad, who came on the plane with me, runs an import business in New York and helped staff seminars in America for Muslim leaders. (He will put into perspective the challenges we face.) Two other Americans will be group leaders. A Russian student, Helen, will translate lectures.

Newly arrived at this site, none of us envisions the difficulties we will face with the imminent arrival of a couple hundred non English-speaking guests. Sometimes it is better not to know what awaits us.

The evening is calm. On the walkway I meet Tony, who is coordinating programs at twenty camps in the Baltics. He suggests that I walk down to the river. The guests arrive and eat dinner. Alla, a Russian girl hired to help with logistics at this camp, is assigning participants to rooms. Upstairs I find my roommate, Natasha, an English student from Nizhni-Novgorod, who will help translate for a few days.

Lectures cover the nature of God and creation, God's ideal for the family and society, the purpose of our life, the principles of spiritual growth and development, what went wrong in the first human family, the purpose of the Messiah's coming, and God's work throughout history to restore the world back to His ideal.

Our hope is that people will consider the possibility of the existence of a Creator and eventually open their hearts to God as our Heavenly Father. As St. Augustine said, there is a God-shaped emptiness within each of us that is not satisfied until it is filled with our Creator. A God-centered worldview is very different from what people were taught under communism, and people examine new concepts cautiously. As teachers or parents, participants are concerned about the future of their nation and want to be able to offer some hope to the next generation. Some people skip lectures, while others come early and sit in the front row with shining eyes.

There are two morning lectures, with a tea break in the middle. The main meal of the day is at 1:30 pm, followed by free time. Lectures resume at 5:00. Supper is at 7:30, followed by an evening activity. After lectures there is generally time for discussion. Staff members see each other in the morning, after the evening program, and sometimes for coffee in the afternoon.

We always seem to have to run to the next activity. We look for somebody in one building, only to find that he or she has left for another. Alla is supposed to be in charge of communications, but she is almost never in her office. We are paying double the usual charge for meals, but in vain we urge the cooks to serve better food. John, Linda and Celeste say things went much better at other camps. Since none of us was at this site before, we have no idea how the previous staff met these challenges.

We are teaching high ideals, and we are determined to persist in serving, giving, listening and praying that some of the participants will grasp the vision as well. Russians are skeptical about ideals, and they challenge us at every step.

John wants to assign participants to discussion groups and find English-speaking Russians to help us lead group activities. Only three people volunteer, and they are asked to collect a list of people they would like to have in their groups. Even Helen and Natasha have difficulty deciphering the handwriting. We compare lists to eliminate duplicates. By now two days have passed.

I am a group leader, and 40 people flock around me. One person has discovered an amphitheater, and we follow her down a path. I ask for volunteers to help facilitate communication. Finally I have three assistants, none of whom speak English. My roommate, Natasha, interprets for me for several days until she returns to her hometown, but since she appears insecure people don't stop talking when she translates. At least the rest of our staff have English-speaking people in their groups.

We invite group leaders to join us for coffee before breakfast. American coffee is a treat here. John is upset that people are not attending lectures, but it is hard to know who is present and who is not. Some participants appear puzzled when we ask them to attend meetings. They want to go swimming or shopping. There seems to be some communication problem. The seminar was planned for people interested in pursuing in greater depth what they learned at an introductory seminar but some consider it an extended holiday. We seek to embrace them with God's love. The fee the participants paid is only a small portion of the costs, which are underwritten by donations from America and Japan. The schedule includes free time, and we encourage them to participate in the program.

Each meal I try to sit at a different table. We gave out books with a translation of Rev. Moon's teaching at the beginning of the seminar; one teacher tells me that she has been reading it every spare minute. When no one speaks English, we communicate by drawing pictures on paper.

There is one word which sends shivers up our spines: tickets. Unfortunately, it is announced halfway through the seminar that arrangements for return transportation to Moscow have not yet been finalized. Anxiety over their return begins to dominate the thinking of many people. After every lecture, they ask about tickets. John tries valiantly to allay fears. Sometimes whole trains are sometimes rented, and an ingenious American named Brian has to negotiate track time through each station. The best schedule he could negotiate for our participants means arriving in Moscow a little after midnight, when public transportation is unavailable.

In spite of the intermittent uproar, both staff and participants have deep experiences during our ten days together. Some of the morning prayer services move staff and participants alike to tears. Between the departure of the first group and the arrival of the second group of 210 teachers and students, we have about ten hours to prepare. John and Celeste go to other seminar sites; Jim, Mohammad and I stay on and welcome new staff. We thoroughly clean the lecture hall, to create a fresh atmosphere.

Tom joins us as coordinator. Being tone deaf doesn't stop him from trying to teach two little boys to sing "Yankee Doodle" with him for evening entertainment. He's confident we can work together. Louise transfers here from another camp; a mother of four children and manager of a store, this is her vacation. New group leaders include Susan, who is taking a break from studying for the Massachusetts bar exam, Marius and Nick. Two enthusiastic Lithuanian girls take charge of logistics.

Considering the shortage of translators, we have panel discussions after lectures during the second seminar. These question and answer sessions are fascinating. Very stimulating and insightful questions are posed. Scientifically-minded participants challenge attempts to correlate science with a God-centered worldview, demanding clarification and precision of detail. For instance, did life develop as a result of random mutation and the survival of the fittest, or did God direct the process? People would like to believe in God, but they insist that everything be precise and logical. If the possibility of a spiritual dimension is acknowledged, how does it relate to the physical? There is a lot of interest in reincarnation and UFO's. Moral issues cannot be passed off with a casual answer; for example, one person asked what should be their attitude towards officials of the KGB officials who were responsible for causing many deaths.

Linda's story is told before one of her lectures. Her husband, Lee, was in Afghanistan filming a documentary of the war there several years ago when he and his sound man were assassinated on orders from the KGB. Linda felt directed by God to come live in Russia, the land of the people who had ordered her husband's death, and witness here to God's love and forgiveness. She hopes to meet someone who can give her more information about her husband and help her recover his body.

A highlight of this seminar is the enthusiastic singing. Music has a way of drawing people together in heart. Celeste has a fine, strong voice and plays the guitar well. The CARP songbook has only eight Russian songs, which few of us can decipher. Therefore, most of the singing is in English. I learn to stumble through several Russian songs. The haunting melody of "Nadyezhda" is especially appealing.

Evening activities include a movie, a bonfire, group entertainment, or open mike singing and poetry recital. Some groups organize very clever skits or write new words to traditional Russian music, making hilarious comments on the personalities of the staff and the experiences of the seminar. Sometimes they give us a translation. We hear many passages from the poet Pushkin as well as original poetry by participants.

A much-loved tradition of these seminars is the Day of Heart, which encourages people to develop deeper relationships of heart with each other. Names are exchanged for secret pals, and anonymous gifts such as carefully tied bouquets of wild flowers appear at people's doors and seats. We encourage people to reach out and try to relate to someone with whom they may experience difficulties. Some of the Russian teachers decide to institute a similar tradition at their schools to begin the new school year.

In the second seminar, I am fortunate to have Inna for one of my group leaders. Her English is excellent. A French teacher, Elena, is also in my group, and last summer's French practice in Africa comes in handy.

I prepare a lecture entitled the Process of Change, which I give around a campfire one night along the river. These presentations give me an opportunity to share some of my 22 years of experience in the Unification movement, as well as challenges I have faced and things I have learned in my roles as wife, mother, teacher, and family counselor.

After my lectures, people come to me for counseling sessions. One woman talks to me about her daughter, and inspired by the conversation she brings other women with painful stories and translates our conversations. I hear tearful stories of marriage difficulties, health problems, and challenges of parenting a teenager. Access to a counselor is rare in Moscow, and to be able to speak frankly and in a confidential setting is a new experience.

During the first seminar Natasha and I talk at length about the love we share for nature, art and literature. She tells me many stories of her family and school. We explore the woods and paddle around in secluded swimming holes. During the second seminar my roommate is Katya, an English student from Tver. Katya speaks fondly of Siberia, where she grew up, and riding Siberian trains so crowded the only place to sit down is on the rooftop of the coach. The locomotive puffs through clouds of mosquitoes at a speed only slightly faster than a running cow, Katya says, with a dreamy look in her eyes. It's a shame that we have to stop talking in order to get some sleep.

Katya gets the flu, and I bring her soup from the dining hall and prepare tea. On the day of our outing to Kaunas, Katya plans to stay in bed and rest, but one of the participants walks into our room and badgers her with questions. I return with a banana I bought from a sidewalk vendor. Katya jumps up and gobbles it down. Vitality returns to her spirit. It has been three years since she has had a banana, since they cost so much. I thought 17 rubles for a banana was a little high, but If I had known the marvelous effects bananas produced, I would have bought a dozen.

Having been assembled from the far corners of America to lead a seminar in a foreign land, we are forced to pray. Maybe this is part of what Rev. Moon wants us to learn this summer. We also encourage participants in the seminar to develop a prayer life. I am asked to give a talk about prayer. I decide to focus on the basics: what is prayer? why pray? who can pray? where to pray? what to pray for? We challenge people to pray not just for themselves but for others. Prayer draws us closer to God and each other. I describe my experience last summer when I was visiting the Central African Republic during the attempted coup in the Soviet Union. In a small village, Africans and an American knelt in tears to pray for God's guidance and protection for the Soviet people. At our group meeting a couple of people tell me that after listening to my testimony they will begin to pray not just for their own country but for other nations as well.

Perhaps the most difficult type of prayer to grasp is repentance prayer. We teach about God's love, the origin and effects of sin, and Jesus' coming to bring deliverance from sin. The first step back to God is repentance. Sometimes the best we can do is model humility and repentance ourselves. In spite of our good intentions, we make mistakes, causing bad feelings; sometimes one of us makes a public apology and asks forgiveness. Sincere apologies open doors. Towards the end of the first seminar, a couple of teachers come to us privately and apologize for some of the uncooperativeness and uproar of the group as a whole.

Following a stimulating group discussion one evening, a dozen people linger in the room, and I ask them if they would like to go into the woods with me to pray. They nod. I get some candles from the supply closet and head for a place where we can see the stars through the trees. I light my candle and we pass the flame around. We sing a version of "Kumbaya." Then in the stillness of the night, I lead the group in prayer, suggesting themes and allowing periods of silence for individual prayer. Eyes are bright upon our return to camp.

The staff decides to invite all the participants to a riverside prayer the following evening. After the evening program I invite everyone who wishes to join me for a candlelight prayer walk. We pass out 150 candles and light them in the still night air. A long procession of light stretches along the path and descends the steps to a broad meadow along a bend of the river. The ever-broadening circle of light against the backdrop of pine trees fills us with awe and lifts our spirits. Rev. Moon had told us the time would come when hundreds of people would be begging us to teach them about God, but I never took it seriously. Slowly, the procession returns to camp. Nobody wants to blow out their candles and go to their rooms, so we sing several more songs in the courtyard. At midnight, I urge people to retire for the night.

On the last day, the Russians collect bags of fruit and bunches of flowers. We exchange addresses and souvenirs. Louise has brought bags of squash seeds from her garden and asks the recipients to pass on their seeds next season to someone else. She hopes the seeds of truth will sprout as well.

How Now, Marriage Vow?

uViews Oct 97

In the current issue of First Things, David Blankenhorn has written an illuminating essay on the significance of the marriage vow, entitled "I Do?" We proclaimed our marriage blessing project as, in Farley Jones’s expression, "The ‘I Do" heard ‘round the world." And we have had great success in the movement for marriage rededication based upon four vows of true love. Thus I am very much heartened by Mr. Blankenhorn’s presentation, and want to pass some of it along.

"To understand why the United States has the highest divorce rate in the world, go to some weddings and listen to what the brides and grooms say. In particular, listen to the vows: the words of mutual promise exchanged by couples during the marriage ceremony. To a remarkable degree, marriage in America today is exactly what these newly-weds increasingly say that it is: a loving relationship of undetermined duration created of the couple, by the couple, and for the couple."

This, Blankenhorn says, is very wrong, because it means that the two individuals create the marriage. Hence, the two individuals (or either of the two) can dissolve the marriage. The preferable view is that marriage is a state of being with conditions of its own which change the individuals who enter upon it.

In this view, as Blankenhorn writes, "the vow is prior to the couple. The vow exists on its own, exerting social and sacred authority that is independent of the couple. In this sense, the vow helps to create the couple. For in making the same promise that others before them have made, and that others after them will make, the couple vows on their wedding day to become accountable to an ideal of marriage that is outside of them and bigger than they are.

"In the new view, the couple is prior to the promise. The vow is not an external reality, like gravity or the weather, but instead a subjective projection, deriving its meaning solely from the couple. From this perspective, the couple approaches the vow like a painter approaches a canvas. Rather than the vow creating the couple, the couple creates the vow. As a result, each marriage becomes unique, like a painting or a snowflake.

"With this one procedural change in the making and exchanging of vows, a ceremony of continuity and idealized forms is displaced by a ceremony of creativity an personal expression. Subject and object trade places. Theologically, the transcendent becomes mundane as couples, in effect, become the gods of their own marriages. A reality in which the marriage is larger than the couple is replaced by a reality in which the couple is larger than the marriage.

"But the essence of this change reflects a dramatic shrinking of our idea of marriage. With the new vows, the robust expectation of marital permanence shrinks to a frail, often unstated hope. Marriage as a vital communal institution shrinks to marriage as a purely private relationship. Marriage as something that defines me shrinks to something that I define.

"Finally, as the idea of marriage gets weaker, so does the reality. In this sense, the new vows are important philosophical authorizations for our divorce culture. They are both minor causes and revealing results of a society in which marriages as an institution is decomposing before our eyes.

Blankenhorn places a good deal of the blame for this on the clergy, and he offers them four proposals to help matters. One, they should mandate the taking of vows, with proper educational support. Two, pastors should marry couples only if at least one of them is a member of his church. Three, pastors should require couples to participate in a church-sponsored premarital education program. Four, churches should fully utilize marriage-saving, divorce reduction programs.

"Together," Blankenhorn concludes, "these policies would convey a clear message to engaged couples. Couples who get married here learn what marriage is. Couples who get married here understand and accept as their own the marriage promise that this community of faith requires, including the vow of marital permanence. Couples who get married here become part of a community that affirms and supports marriage. As a result, couples who get married here are more likely to be able to keep their promises, in part because they make promises worth keeping."

America’s End

What does it mean to be an American? It probably means, first of all, that you are from the United States. I don’t believe that people from Canada call themselves Americans; nor people from Belize, Brazil or Barbados. Do Vietnamese or Tibetans refer to themselves in everyday usage as "Asians"? Do the Dutch have a song with the punchline: "I’m Proud To Be a European?" We US citizens are the only people who identify themselves as denizens of a continent (actually, with two continents, North and South; the entire western hemisphere).

This is one of many expressions of the expansive, boundary-free mindset that characterizes the best of this United States. It is a big and embracing country; it wants to include the whole world and the whole universe. Its institutions encircle the globe: credit cards, fast food and drink, hotels, automobiles, fuel, clothing styles, entertainment, cultural icons.

America has provided more weighty items on the world agenda as well, known as liberal democracy, revivalist Christianity and the United Nations.

Where will is end?

The term "America’s end" has two meanings, both of which are worthy of reflection. The first is the more obvious: the end is the finish, the demise, depletion, decline, disintegration, death.

The second is more obscure. Classically, something’s end means its purpose. For instance, in Jonathan Edwards’ theological treatise, the title The End for Which God Created the World refers to the purpose for which God created the world. In this sense, "end" is the result one wishes to see from a project. The "end" for which you build a house is to live comfortably. The end for which you plant seeds is to harvest the fruit.

In some cases, the two meanings of "end" coincide. For instance, the end of a hamburger is in its consumption, which indeed is its end in both senses of the word.

The purpose of the pioneers

Most people who came to America did so to improve their lives. They came to find, actually to create, something superior to what they enjoyed in "the old country." They were intentionally leaving behind, cutting off from, their ancestry, their social structure, their economic life and, in many cases, their inherited religion.

America was a nation, in Lincoln’s phrase, "conceived in liberty." Think of the word, "conceived": to be born, created. America was a country which appeared out of nowhere, and people left what was existing behind them in order to join this nation-creating project.

A wonderful illustration of this is the story of the creation of Chicago. Speculators arrived and decided it to be an ideal place for the metropolis of the west. They bought the land, laid out plans for streets, sidewalks and sewers, and advertised their great city in eastern newspapers. People arrived and there was no city there, but it did not faze them. They bought land cheap, built their businesses and a city appeared. (Of course, for every success story there were a dozen failures.)

The greatness and glory here was the ethos of "we don’t care where you came from; we don’t care about your station of birth or who your parents are; we evaluate you by your character, your honesty and willingness to work hard." Why? because you, like us, are an American, not a Norwegian, Italian, German or Scot; you’re an American. A writer of the times coined the term "American Adam," a new man born into the world fresh, somehow free of the taint of ancestral sin.

It was a wonderful dream. It had enough energy to last quite a while. It sustained itself despite major credibility gaps in its claim to inclusivity. The credibility gap was the presence of those here before these "American Adams," the Iroquois, Algonquin, Cherokee, Navajo, Sioux, and dozens of other tribes. There was the gap of those brought in slavery from Africa. There were the Catholics, Mormons, Jews and other religious minorities. But the dream, that we are all Americans, was sustained, until it collapsed a few years ago.

The End

There are no more Americans, from the viewpoint of the original ideal. We have become a nation of sub-groups based upon where our ancestors came from. Such sub-grouping stands in exact contradiction to the genius of this nation.

You are an African American. You are an Italian American. You are an Asian American. You are a Native American (wait a minute; aren’t they really Asian Americans or Polynesian Americans?). And I recently discovered that I too am not an American; I am a European American.

It is as if this continent has become teflon; no one actually has their roots here. We all are temporary residents, slip-sliding along the surface whose actual inhabitants are prairie dogs, grizzly bears, spotted owls and peyote plants. Our identity is defined by some other location on the planet; anywhere but here. That some other place, most of us were trying to escape, but we could not escape. Far from Thomas Wolfe’s "you can’t go home again," the case seems to be "you can’t leave home even if you want to." Two centuries later, I’m tapped on the shoulder by some media giant, telling me, "hey, man, you’re a European."

The New Beginning

The American Dream collapsed because it attempted to escape from history. The Jeffersonian republican farmer was an American Adam, perhaps, but was it a unfallen or fallen Adam? It is true that at the turn of the nineteenth century, Christian thinkers were fast disposing of the idea of original sin. And for those who could not quite imagine it away, Christian activists created the efficient revival, guaranteed to eliminate the effects of the fall, if there was one.

The seriousness of sin did not catch up to Americans until the social gospelers pointed out its existence in the corrupt institutions of the day, and the neo-orthodox arose to point out its existence within our hearts. Those with no ears to hear turned the individualism inherent in the Adamic mindset into a cultural norm. I’m speaking of the beatniks of the fifties and their hippie offspring. [For an excellent account of the impact of those such as Ginsberg, Borroughs and Kerouac, see the latest issues of The New Criterion: the series entitled "Reflections on a cultural revolution," by Roger Kimball.]

And yet, as the immigration into the USA has never been greater, we see that there is something about this Dream which captures the human heart. This despite the trend that within one generation, all the newfound wealth aside, their families are riven with divorce, drug abuse, illegitimate babies and homosexuality.

What went wrong? The Americans returned to the position of a fallen Adam. Therefore, the escape from history–the history produced from fallen Adam–was in vain. You can take fallen Adam out of history, but you can’t take history out of fallen Adam. Fallen Adam will just create a new fallen history, and we see it in contemporary America.

How do we correct this? We cannot discover some island or moment of comparative peace or purity in the fallen history and say, "That is where we will build our city!" We must continue the journey back, farther than the republican farmer was able to go. We must move back before the fall.

Having arrived there, we must deal with both aspects of God’s image placed in the garden: male and female. Then the new Adam and new Eve must make the journey forward in time together, this time with a pure relationship of marriage blessed by God.

That’s it. From there, the power, principle and perfection of God will act through human love in the family. Once God is settled in the family, the nation and world will come into being within God’s design.

This is exactly the task given by God to Reverend and Mrs. Sun Myung Moon, and may God bless them greatly on their difficult path.

Parents Visit to South America

by Ricardo de Sena-Sao Paolo, Brazil

Greetings to all from the south. I would like to give you a brief report about True Parents’ recent visit to Argentina. They arrived on Tuesday September 16, at 7:50 am with their private plane and left to Brazil on Saturday Sept. 20, at 8:00 am.

They came together with other 10 Korean leaders, including the three regional leaders of Korea who gave the most pre-blessings. Everyday at 6:00 am True Parents came for morning service. After we all had a full bow, True Mother chose somebody to recite the Family Pledge in Korean. Then, for one hour Mrs. Won-Ju Mc Devitt (Mother’s secretary) read Father’s words from the book "Blessing and Ideal Family". Sometimes Father interrupted the reading to emphasized one point.

At the end of it, Father said a few final words before having breakfast. It was very impressive to see Father paying full attention to every word of the reading. After a very quick breakfast, True Parents went for their praying-fishing condition. They are very seriously focusing in South America since they proclaimed the second forty year course in San Pablo in 1995, specially Argentina (Adam), Brazil (Eve), Uruguay (Abel) and Paraguay (Cain).

Coming back from their condition, about 12 hours in all, we all had dinner with True Parents and then they asked to make a camp fire outside the house. They came, we sat down in a circle sharing testimonies and songs. It is very special to be with them. So much love, goodness and purity-it was very moving, very inspiring, the True Love we all long for.

They might come back soon-Father is searching very seriously the Parana and Paraguay rivers for future projects. 

New Eden Academy Welcomes Inaugural Class

by Josephine L. Hauer-Bridgeport, CT

New Eden Academy International, the first high school founded in North America by our True Parents, welcomed its inaugural class of 44 students to Bridgeport, Connecticut on Sept. 22 this year. Students from all over America and the world are pursuing academically challenging high school studies in a spiritually enriched atmosphere-truly, a garden of learning and joy.

Students are sons and daughters of members of the Unification community. Most parents have served and followed True Parents faithfully and many are now in mission countries pursuing Tribal Messiah work. Headmaster Dr. Hugh D. Spurgin comments: "The spiritual and leadership qualities of the parents are evident in this group of students, who are not only academically talented, but spiritually bright and very responsible."

Toshiko Sato, the Residential Life Coordinator, currently lives with the students and guides their spiritual lives. "I really enjoy taking care of these children, especially cooking noodles and rice for evening snack. They are truly God’s precious children and the beautiful fruit of their parents’ prayers and love."

Daily Schedule

Students take turns giving morning service at 7:00 am, having attended morning exercises beforehand. Breakfast at Marina Dining Hall, located across from the dormitory, is served from 7:30-8:20. Classes begin at 8:30. A typical daily academic schedule is as follows, Monday through Friday:

8:30 - 9:30 U.S. or World History

9:30 - 10:30 Religious Education

10:30 - 11:30 Geophysical Science or Algebra I

11:30 - 12:00 Lunch

12:00 - 1:00 English

1:00 - 2:00 Korean Language

2:00 - 3:00 Computer Science

3:00 - 4:00 Integrated Math I

4:00 - 5:00 Sports/Martial Arts or Music Lessons

5:30 - 6:20 Dinner

6:30 - 8:30 Supervised study or evening classesEvening classes include Chemistry, Independent Studies, tutoring, Advanced Math and Computer Science and Ceramics. Saturday morning schedule includes Chorus, Martial Arts and weekend recreational activities. Students have visited local parks, shopping and museums.

Challenging Academic Classes

Located on the campus of the University of Bridgeport, New Eden Academy students utilize resources such as the University library, classrooms, recreational facilities and dining hall. Three academically advanced students are already enrolled in a college Chemistry class. New Eden is working with the University’s High School Partnership Program, which allows qualified students to take up to eight U.B. classes before graduation. New Eden students may also take classes at the local Community College, as well as advanced placement exams, to earn college credit before graduation.

The brand-new Academic Computing Center has twelve state of the art computers available for student use during supervised study period in the evenings, and during daytime study halls. New Eden students access the Internet over a lightning-fast ISDN connection. Students are developing their own sites and are expanding the New Eden website. After completing an introductory computer course, all students will be able to create professional reports, publish on-line, manipulate spreadsheets and manage databases. Instructor J. Reid White, the Director of Mathematics and Computer Science, comments: "The combination of the software, the motivation, and the opportunity for instruction produces excellence in the creative work of these students."

The Korean language and cultural program is an important feature of the core curriculum. Mrs. Eun Bok Yoon, the Korean Studies Director, creates an atmosphere of Korean culture in her classroom. She invites students to learn about Korean cooking, lifestyle and history. The advanced class is already translating some Korean books about True Father’s early life. This program helps to realize our True Parents’ dream of educating the second generation in their native tongue.

The Physical Education and Martial Arts Program is directed by Mr. Sang Chi Hu. Students pursue the martial arts as a method of self-defense or as an intense course of physical and spiritual training. Instructors are available evenings and Saturdays for extra practice. Students also enjoy swimming, jogging in Seaside Park, walking on the nearby beach, soccer, volleyball, basketball and skateboarding.

In Religious Education class, students are studying the Divine principle and creating special projects such as a Divine Principle Trivia Game for Families, coloring books and storybooks for children, "Dear Noona" advice book for young girls, and other education-related products. In this way, students learn the Principle and explore its creative applications. Students learn by journal-writing and by studying the Family Pledge as well as the three speeches recently given by True Parents. Mrs. Josephine Hauer, the religious education teacher, believes: "Religious education must be creative, intellectually broadening and very applicable to their real lives."

Special projects

New Eden students had the opportunity to learn about how a CD-ROM is created first hand when Acumedia asked for actors and actresses for a multi-media project for the Korean public school system. Sixteen students participated in the filming and five students helped on the production crew. Students involved in Chorus, under the direction of Dr. Atsuko Ezaki, are preparing to offer musical selections at upcoming holiday performances and celebrations.

Call for Library Donations!

New Eden Academy seeks to develop and maintain a unique library and welcomes your donations of young adult literature (paperback books okay), encyclopedias, textbooks, Unification Church literature, books, speeches or other memorabilia which the next generation might find interesting. Let’s preserve our history to bequeath the significance of our True Parents’ work in America to the next generation. Volunteers are needed to coordinate and collect donations. Please contact Mrs. Hauer at 203-334-3434 or e-mail at josie.hauer@snet.net.

Parents Association

The New Eden Academy Parents Association was founded on Sept. 22 in response to parents’ desire to be involved with the development of this important project. Mr. Russ Allen was elected president of the Association.

Scholarship Contributions

Please consider making a financial contribution to New Eden Academy’s scholarship fund to enable more students to enroll next year. Families or businesses located in a specific region could establish a special fund for qualified applicants from your area. The cost of educating one student in our boarding school far exceeds the amount that a typical family is able to pay. The New Eden Academic Foundation has been generous in providing financial aid to students, but more scholarship moneys are needed. Contributions of money or goods are tax-deductible. Contact Mr. Robert Schwartz with your pledge of support.

For Information

For admissions information, please contact Dr. Spurgin or Mrs. Hauer at (203)334-3434 or fax (203)334-8651. Grades 9, 10 and 11 will be offered for the 1998-99 school year. Financial aid is available based on academic promise and financial need.

Museum Commemorates MSG Blessing

by Jonathan and Debby Gullery-NYC

Well, clearly marriage is the hot topic of 1997. As the providence goes, so goes the rest of the world-or at least NY!

Case in point, the Museum of the City of New York decided to do an exhibition chronicling the history of marriage in New York City. And what would a display on marriage in New York be without a little something on one of the most exciting marriages ever to take place-ours!-at Madison Square Garden in 1892.

The curator of the museum’s costume collection Phyliss Magidson, contacted headquarters in early spring, looking for a couple who would donate their wedding dress to the museum’s permanent collection. Peter Ross, then director of Public Affairs, asked us whether we would consider this. At first we were a little reluctant, having some vague idea that we would leave the dress to our children. We remembered, however, how Father had often talked about our things being in museums and we realized what a great honor it was. "The legacy of your family should be museum pieces for the world. The world in which you live centering upon yourself is not your treasure. Your treasure is only what you received in the public dimension."

Taking the dress out of its humble cardboard box in the back of the storage closet was a lot of fun-our daughter tried it on of course, and the boys all enjoyed goofing around as we went through all the keepsakes we had stored from the Blessing. It was a wonderful opportunity to share our experiences and stories with our children.

Phyliss was fascinated with our blessing. At first we thought her interest was in just acquiring the dress, but as the months passed between our donation and the installation and opening of the exhibition itself, we struck up quite a friendship. She really wanted to know about our matching, our feelings in the blessing, and our thoughts about family life. Everything struck her as being so sensible! I had expected that her approach to us would have been very academic.

At some point I mentioned that we had a video of our blessing that followed several couples through the matching and blessing process, along with footage of the wedding dresses being made. She was so excited! She hoped that somehow funding would be available to provide for a video in the exhibition itself. I gave her the video of the 1982 event and she became even more enthusiastic. This led to another person being genuinely interested in the event. Phyliss passed our video on to when she was commissioned to produce the exhibition’s own video which followed four couples through their own weddings in New York. She in turn was completely enthusiastic, and asked so many deep questions. In our years of dealing with the public and the press, we have become so used to pointed questions, to being looked at as sincere but a little odd! At each stage of inclusion in the exhibition, however, they would call us and say "We would like to say this with your dress-this with your program-this with your photo-is that correct? Is that OK" etc., so we felt that we had complete control over everything they wanted to use. They were so careful to respect our own wishes and feelings, while also portraying an accurate historical account of the event.

When "New York Gets Married: Dressing for a Special Day, 1765–1997" opened on May 21, 1997, our jaws dropped. There, in the video were True Parents, arms outstretched, praying over our 2,000 couples, and then three manseis. In all, some five minutes of footage from our video was used, and we stood transfixed, along with everyone else watching! We could only imagine how many people watched that video from the time the exhibition opened until it closed on September 21. We felt that this really was True Parents symbolically blessing all of New York, and all who came and stood there, in some way joining in our blessing of 15 years before.

Following is the description of the dress, the booklet displayed, our wedding photograph, and other items we gave them, as they appeared in the exhibition catalog.

1. A. Wedding Dress, 1982

White synthetic peau de soie / mechanical lace; full length, wide rounded neckline, raised front waistline descending to natural c.b.; contrasting lace bishop set-in sleeves, deep 5" cuff with 6 mother-of-pearl doublet buttons / loops. c.b. zipper; neckline emphasized by applying mechanical point de Venice band.

B. Veil

Headband of satin and organza lilacs holding doubled layer of nylon net.

Gift of Mr. & Mrs. Jonathan Gullery

Worn by Debby Dicenso Gullery as one of 2,075 brides married at the Unification Church Holy Wedding held at Madison Square Garden on July 1, 1982

"We feel-personally and as Unificationists-that a healthy marriage and family are the cornerstone of a good society. Getting married at Madison Square Garden, along with all those other couples, was a larger statement of that to the world. "We were matched by Reverend Moon about a year and a half before the ceremony. It was done very personally really; its not like he just takes forty people and makes twenty couples of them. He has a great deal of spiritual insight. If you saw some of the couples that were married with us, you'd be surprised at how well-suited they seem. Even though they might be black and white or German and Jewish, for example, somehow, they're very similar."

2. (Caption for picture)

"All the brides wore the same dress, made from a Simplicity pattern chosen by Reverend and Mrs. Moon. A lot of the girls made their own dresses. If they wanted to put a little something on it to personalize it, they could."

3. Ribbon Cockade, red satin ribbon double florette applied with double band of silver mylar, streamers screened in white letters to read: World Peace Through Ideal Families/Unification Church Holy Wedding Madison Square Garden July 1, 1982

4. Color xerox of Simplicity Pattern, Brochure.

As we look back at this experience with the museum, and look forward to the blessing in November, we are reminded that really it was not us, but Father and Mother who were represented there in that museum in New York, it is their legacy that we stand on, and it is our honor once again to have had our lives blessed by them!

Modern Times - Part One

This article originally ran in these pages in early 1994. Its first section consisted of rambling observations, done in the style-if not with the panache-of the late San Francisco columnist Herb Caen. The second described a "Made for TV" movie, about a clever salesman’s doings in an imaginary small town.

This time around we’re going to expand that second section into a short story. It’s just long enough to fill a two-part article.

Our tale is set in a small town somewhere in Mississippi. Rich and poor, old and new may be found there. Little do they suspect what awaits them!

Our Story

One summer day, a remarkably successful salesman arrived in town, a handsome fellow named Bill Sampson. He knew people, he knew American society. He a little about technology, and a lot about how people relate to it.

Almost every home in town had a VCR, and a microwave oven. This was 1992, and only a few had personal computers. These items were regarded, by most everyone, as "hi-tech magic boxes." They do your bidding, and as long as the local electronics-repair guy knows how to fix them, that’s quite enough!

The local repairman’s name was Jim Faircloth, and he lived with his wife Marta in a ranch style home near the southern end of town.

About noon on Monday, salesman Bill checked into the American Eight motel, out by the interstate that passes north of town. The contents of the cargo trailer he’d towed along were soon deposited in a storage locker.

Bill spent his first afternoon just driving around, observing the community. Right before five he stopped by City Hall, where he paid in cash for the permits required of him. He was far too sophisticated to waste energy dodging the local cops-even if redneck Sheriffs were a relic of the past.

The next morning Bill was ready to go. On the east end of town he’d found the local "junk strip," the Magnolia Highway. It was lined with repair shops, junkyards, and seedy taverns.

Briefcase in hand, Bill walked calmly into Dale’s Auto Body. On the counter lay the crumpled remains of several lottery tickets; on the desk behind it a heap of collection notices was visible amidst the clutter.

Bill smiled to himself. "Dale here?" he inquired of a boy in oil-stained coveralls.

"He’s back there." The boy pointed to back room.

A monstrous Rottweiler dog growled; Bill edged around it and found Dale bent over the engine of a cherry red stock car.

"Mighty nice! Yours?" Bill asked cheerily. Bill hailed from Detroit, but his southern drawl was nearly perfect.

"Yup," said Dale, and gently closed the hood. "Race it on weekends."

"Costs a bundle to run, don’t it?"

"You betcha," Dale affirmed. "I don’t believe we’ve met."

Bill shook hands, ignoring the grease. "I think I can help you."

Five minutes later, Bill sold Dale a forty dollar "Bill Reducing Calculator." It consisted of a calculator and an electronic, book-keeping calendar.

Bill explained, "This device contains a very special feature. It actually reduces your expenses! You merely do them up on this handy bill-paying helper, and you need pay as little as fifty percent of the amount. The memory contains the collection policies of the IRS, the credit bureaus and major industrial suppliers."

By five, Bill had worked his way a mile down the Magnolia Highway, and sold thirty two of his calculators.

At that same time, Dale returned home to his trailer and set to work on an impressive stack of bills.

The last stamp licked, Dale tossed everything into his mailbox and set out through a thick stand of pine trees. He crossed a heavily-used railroad track, then tramped generally northwards towards Jim Faircloth’s house.

Marta Faircloth was just finishing the last touches on a hearty supper when she glanced up to see their back gate opening, and a large, beefy man slipping through. "Honey, Dale’s here!" she called. Her husband was in the living room, watching the nightly news.

Jim grabbed the remote and switched to a baseball game. Dale wouldn’t be interested in the news.

By ten, both supper and the baseball game had reached their conclusion; the Braves had won and the men were in a genial mood. There was a lull in the conversation, and Dale proudly brought out his new purchase. Jim checked its functions carefully, and frowned.

Dale didn’t like the look of this. Jim had been to college, and that had to count for something. This looked like one of those times.

Marta came in, and Jim quickly explained. If he had frowned, his wife positively scowled. She was good with numbers.

"Dale," Marta said quietly, "if you weren’t such a good buddy of ours, I’d say caveat emptor and not laugh until you’d gone home."

Dale wondered what that meant, though he didn’t ask. It sure sounded like he’d be needing a refund. A careful examination of the User’s Manual revealed that one was available, upon paying shipping costs to the manufacturer-in Macao.

The next morning Marta arrived at work early, at seven. She was the bookkeeper for Crawford’s General Store, and it was largely due to her behind-the-scenes expertise that the shop had survived the opening of the Wal-Mart out by the interstate. On her way in she nodded politely to a stranger, a well dressed man in his fifties.

Bill Sampson smiled and walked on. He had other plans for the downtown area.

Another Device

Bill knew it was time to switch tactics. The Magnolia Highway was long, and it took him the rest of the day to finish doing the area.

That evening, he returned to the motel to meet Fred Brown, his business partner. Fred was younger, and had an aura of boyish sincerity that women found difficult to resist. He’d driven in from Alabama with another trailer-load of product.

This community was a center of regional commerce, and its downtown was extensive. Despite the Wal-Mart’s impact it took Fred two days to work his way around it. Meanwhile, Bill started driving out to the smaller, surrounding towns.

By three o’clock on Thursday, Marta was more than ready for her regular afternoon break. She’d been doing the shop’s annual inventory, and she was bushed. She headed next door to the diner, where she joined her friend Ellie May for a large glass of iced tea.

Ellie was usually perky, and today she was downright jubilant. "I’ve been so worried about that old Winnebago of ours," she told Marta. "We can barely afford the repair bills, and my husband really wants to take it out fishing this weekend. Why, the gasoline costs alone are eating us alive."

Ellie opened a box and took out a thin, rectangular contraption the size of her hand. Wires dangled from both ends. "I just bought this thing here. I called home and we’re going to wire it into the RV tonight, soon as I get off work."

Marta eyed it curiously. The stamped-on label read: The UltraTurboBlaster®. The instruction booklet showed how to clip the "regulator wires" onto an engine, and listed the benefits certain to ensue: decreased engine wear, improved gas mileage, and a substantial reduction in road accidents. At sixty forty five dollars, said the booklet, it would pay for itself in less than three months!

Marta asked Ellie where she might get one. Dale kept their own vehicles running, but not everyone had a mechanic for a best friend. Possibly her sisters could use something like this.

"I bought it from a traveling salesman," Ellie explained. She grinned. "Handsome fellow, too. Said he’d be around."

At that Marta remembered Dale’s unfortunate purchase, but the man Ellie described sounded like someone else.

They finished their tea and left the cafe. Ellie worked at a brick-faced office building on the other side of Main Street. She was just about to cross when she exclaimed, "Why, there he goes now."

Marta turned and saw a tall, dark-haired man entering a shop a block down. "Tell you what," she told Ellie. "How’s about you and your husband come over to our place for supper tonight."

"Gladly. I have to work late anyway, so we were just going to microwave something."

"Remember to bring along that thing you bought."

That evening Dale also came to the Faircloth’s for supper, and got to know Ellie and her husband. There he got a look at the mechanical miracle device. He was less gracious in his reaction than Marta had been, but the Faircloths were used to that. The refund, in this case, required shipment to Indonesia-and the metal-encased "turbo" weighed a lot.

Here we shall leave our friends until next month.

Liberation from Hung Nam

by Sandra Lowen

There were rumors spreading in the prison camp that war was coming. The communist guards of the camp seemed nervous. Something was about to happen.

One day, one of Father’s prisoner disciples came to him and said that he might have a chance to work in another part of the camp where the work was much easier. He asked Father if he should go there.

Father looked at the man and said, "No, don’t go."

But the man continued to think about the easier work at that camp. He had been working so hard, and his bones were crying out for some rest. When his chance came, therefore, he decided to take it and he went.

A second prisoner disciple came to Father, and told him he also had a chance to work at the easier camp down the road; what did Father think? Father looked at the man for a moment, and then said, "All right, go. But if anything seems suspicious to you, run back to this part of the camp immediately." That man also went.

A short time later, in June 1950, North Korea attacked South Korea. It was the beginning of the Korean War.

In August, Mr. Pak was released. Before leaving, he asked Father what he should do. Father told him, "Go to Pyungyang and tell the members not to worry about me, I will return soon."

The Korean War progressed, and by October the bombing began near the Tong Nee Camp. The guards were terrified for their own lives, and even more terrified that their prisoners might escape. They decided that they would just shoot all the prisoners so they couldn’t escape. The guards began with prisoners outside the main camp. They ordered some prisoners to line up and walk down the road.

The second man, who had received Father’s permission to go there, became suspicious of what was going on and he quickly ran back to the main camp. The first man, who went without Father’s permission, was never heard from again.

The prisoners in the main camp were then herded into their cells. Taking one cell at a time, the men were brought out to be shot. The communists were determined that no one would be spared. Cell by cell, the prisoners were killed. The communists reached the cell next to Father’s, but by this time it was very late. They decided to continue this terrible work in the morning. It looked as if Father had only a few hours to live!

Before they could start the next day, however, bombs began falling on the camp. The United Nations forces had arrived. Terrified, the communist jailers ran to underground shelters, leaving the prisoners out in the open. Staying alive among the falling bombs was almost impossible. Hundreds were killed.

But Father had received a message from God that no bombs would come near him. He could not tell his disciples this message clearly; it was a secret between him and God. He just said to them, "In times like this when we are being attacked, let us keep very close to each other; if we die, we die together, and if we live, we live together." His disciples and other people gathered around him. As others, including some communists, realized that wherever Father went the bombs did not fall, they gathered close to him, too.

Father was set free by the United Nations forces on October 14, 1950. He had survived two and a half years in that terrible place. It took him ten days to get to Pyungyang, and he stayed there for forty days while looking for his disciples.

Why couldn’t Satan kill Father in the camp? Why didn’t Father die from starvation, hard work, from the shootings, or even from the bombs? It was because Father won the victory of love. It was a terrible time for Satan. Satan had accomplished so much through hate. So much evil was in the world because of his hate. But he was defeated by a stronger force-love. Because Father had so much love in his heart, he couldn’t be destroyed.