A person who came to receive special sergeant training attended our church. He said that he went to a Korean church at each of his work locations and served while living a life of faith. However, after a while, I felt a little strange about him. So I asked him if he could make time for me, and he said that he would be happy to meet me anytime. So we met three times, three hours each, after Sunday service or late at night. He did not believe in the existence of God, heaven, and hell. He said that when a person dies, that is the end. He said that he did not believe in the Bible, that he considered the Bible a superstition. He said that he was a scientist.
At that time, out of the 4 million US soldiers, there were about 10,000 special sergeants, which is the elite among the elites in the military. He was in charge of 10,000 men in a division. The division commander is also someone who says, “Yes Sir.” The division commander will leave after a while, but the sergeant major will stay there, so the division commander must not have any problems with his own promotion, so he must look good to the sergeant major.
That’s why he had such great pride. So I said I understood and asked him if he had ever read the Bible, and he said no. Then I asked him if he would give me a chance to talk about the Bible in detail, and he said yes. Three hours later, I talked about the Bible and asked him if he still could not believe it. The next time we met, I spoke for three hours and asked him if he still could not believe it.
On Wednesday afternoon, our church members attended the graduation ceremony and he was leaving for Germany the next day. He had attended the Wednesday service, so I called him to the residence and spoke to him again. He knelt down and said he would accept the Lord. He then said that he had divorced his wife and had to go to Germany, but he was very afraid of going to Germany.
He said that he felt at ease now and was grateful. He also said that he would contact me once he had his official residence in the Germany, because he had to wait a long time to get one. Six months later. ie received a letter, and he said that he was writing to the pastor before he had even unpacked his bags, and he was sorry for the delay. He said that it was only the beginning of his life as a real child of God, but he would stand firm in his faith and live his life of faith diligently.
Another student came to El Paso University for English language training after finishing his second year at Korea University and was led to our church. The next day, I visited the student’s house and taught to him for about three hours. He knelt down and said that he would accept the Lord. He said that he had never been to a church since he was born. He said that no one on his maternal or paternal side went to church, and that God must have brought him here to meet the pastor. He said that he would tell his family about Jesus when he went to Korea.
I preached to hundreds of people like this and sent them out to all over the world.
When the Iraq War broke out on March 20, 2003, many soldiers from El Paso participated. How worried must the wives have been because their husbands were in the war zone? So our church held evening worship with the wives every day. As we sang hymns, prayed together, and cried out in prayer, the church members were able to find peace of mind, and as we cried out and prayed every night, they began to speak in tongues and received gifts. However, in other church members, there were many cases where the wives went astray and the family was destroyed.
Saving the soul of a comatose person
A few weeks ago (2015), I received a call from my sister who lives in Toronto, Canada during the early morning prayer time. My brother had been suffering from dementia for several years, and a few days ago, he fell and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and fell into a coma. The doctor said he would only live for a few days. My brother was a person who had not received salvation. He had a good personality, but his personality was aggressive. This also shows up in his dementia. It was aggressive dementia. He was a smart and intelligent person. At the time, he graduated from Gyeongnam High School and Seoul National University College of Arts and Sciences, and he was a student body president in high school and college, so he was a recognized elite. So when he debated with his friends, he would shout loudly to get his point across. In the 1980s, his $500,000 house was like a palace. He lived a life of entertaining friends with his wife, who was good at cooking. My brother introduced him, a high school junior, to my sister, and they got married.
He did not believe in Jesus, but he was a very moral person. He did not drink or smoke, and was polite. When he married my older sister, he promised to believe in Jesus, and he ended up going to the church we attended. There was a conflict in the church we attended at the time, so he was disappointed in the church and gave up going to church. He came to the church with great determination to meet Jesus, but the church kicked him out. So I think God tried to save him in a special way. When I tried to tell the gospel, he would shout with only a little knowledge of the Bible and only talk about himself, so I didn’t give him a chance to speak. Then I became a pastor and left Toronto. I occasionally sent him a letter with the gospel message telling him to believe in Jesus and be saved, along with $100. When I asked my older sister if she had received my letter, she said he had, but never said he had received the money.
About 30 years had passed, and then I suddenly heard news of my brother. Even though he was in a coma, he was conscious and listened to people around him, so I told my older sister that I would go and make a last attempt to get him to accept the Lord, and she told me to come. The next day, I landed at the Toronto airport and my two nephews came to pick me up and took me to the hospital. I continued to pray to God during the five-hour flight to be able to preach the gospel to the comatose person.
When I went into the intensive care unit, my brother-in-law’s friend and his wife visited in the hospital and had a fun conversation with my sister at my brother’s having a strong temper. Then, my brother started making strange noises and got upset. I confirmed that my brother-in-law was listening to what we were saying. How could a comatose person get upset? I became convinced that God heard and answered my prayers. On the first night of Tuesday, I prayed and sang hymns for two hours. On the second day of Wednesday, I tried to communicate with the comatose person for four hours while singing hymns, praying, and giving him messages of salvation. When he was alive and moving, I didn’t give him a chance to speak in front of my brother, but now God tied up his limbs so that he would hear the gospel I was preaching. God loved him so much that at the last moment, He decided for him to accept the Lord as his Savior and take him to heaven. On the third day of Thursday, we fought a spiritual war for 7 hours from noon to 7 p.m.
I went into the hospital room around 12 p.m. and he opened his eyes and closed them a little later. After he closed his eyes, I thought he would be more conscious when he opened them than when he closed them, and I regretted not having tried to welcome the Lord when he opened his eyes. I decided that if he opened his eyes again, I would definitely welcome the Lord. He opened his eyes again at 2 p.m. I tried to communicate with him while intensively urging him to welcome the Lord. At first, I put my hand in his hand and told him to press twice to signal if he wanted to welcome the Lord. However, that method failed. He didn’t respond at all. Maybe he wanted to, but it was impossible for him to use his hand muscles while in a coma.
So I thought about what possible method was for him, and God made me realize it. Since his eyes were open, I decided to choose the method of sending a signal with his eyes. I thought I could communicate with his eyes. I told him to blink his eyes twice if he wanted to accept the Lord, but he didn’t respond and just closed his eyes. At around 6 p.m., I called my wife. I told her that my brother didn’t respond at all, that we couldn’t communicate, and that I would just return home without any results. I told him that if I left, who would tell him to accept the Lord, and who would present the gospel and pray for him? I told him that he was a pitiful person. His wife and children would all believe in Jesus and go to heaven, but only he would go to hellfire and be separated from his family forever. I told loudly so that he could hear me.
But when I hung up the phone and turned around, my brother’s eyes were open. I thought this was his last chance and tried my best to persuade him to accept the Lord. I told him that if he missed this opportunity, he would be separated from us forever and that he would be punished in hell forever. And when Jesus was crucified, the thief next to Jesus was with the Lord, so he entrusted himself to Jesus, and Jesus said to him, “Today you will be with me in paradise.” If that’s true, then you are a hundred times, a thousand times better than that thief.
I said that if you repent of your sins throughout your life and accept the Lord as your savior, you can go to heaven. And I drove out Satan’s minions in the name of Jesus so that they would not interfere with my brother accepting Jesus as his savior.
Then, tears flowed from both of his eyes. After a while, he blinked his eyes twice and closed them again. And although he had been with me for three days, there was no phlegm in his throat, but when he started to cough up phlegm, I thought that this was the moment when death began. I found out later that he had kept coughing up phlegm before I went there, but when I was there, it wasn’t like that at all. So I told my sister and nephews to hurry to the hospital and say their final farewell. The two nephews had deep emotional wounds from their father. I told them to share them with him.
After that, he returned home late at night, and at around 3 a.m., a doctor called us to hurry up because he was on the verge of death. When we arrived at the hospital, the body was covered with a white cloth and the machines had been removed. In the case of my brother in low, it was easier to save him when he was in a coma than when he was conscious. This is because he was an aggressive person when he was conscious, and he did not listen to anyone and tried to teach anyone. So I sent him several evangelistic letters. I believe he must have read the contents.
As a result of preaching intensively for 13 hours over three days for that one person, I saved one soul at a critical moment. In March, Toronto is very cold with a blizzard. The weather report on Friday morning said that the weather on Monday, the day of my brother’s funeral, would be very bad. On Friday, the weather was blizzard and very windy, so the planes did not fly, and I had to wait on the plane for 6 hours before finally arriving at the New York airport, missing my flight to Toronto and spending the night at the airport. However, unlike the weather report, the sky was clear and the temperature was warm on Monday morning, so many mourners came to see my brother off to heaven. God gave me a joyful sign that he had led my brother to heaven. Hallelujah Amen
We must be very spiritually sensitive in such spiritual cases, and the signs that God decided to save my brother were when I first entered the hospital room, first sign, when my brother started making strange noises and got upset in the coma, and second one, when he relaxed his eyelid muscles so that he could blink, and third one, when God removed the phlegm from his throat, so that he could communicate with me peacefully while we were with.
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