Good morning, brothers and sisters. Good morning to those of you at New Jerusalem and West Rock communities who are joining us via broadcast. We\u2019re delighted to be with all of you on this precious Mother\u2019s Day. The month of May is a very special month for our movement.

We just celebrated on May 1st the 55th anniversary of Foundation Day, the founding of HSA-UWC, the Holy Spirit
Association for the Unification of World Christianity, in 1954. It\u2019s interesting to note that May 1st in communist countries is
the International Workers Day, which is like a national holiday for them. So the founding of our movement and the
International Workers Day that is celebrated in communist countries were dueling it out as we went on throughout the
years.

But also in the month of May we have this wonderful day when we honor the mothers of the world. Today is the day to
honor the women in our lives, especially mothers. When I wake up in the morning and think about how I\u2019m going to live
that day, and take a little time to meditate, thinking about our Heavenly Parent, our True Parents, and our community, my
mind and heart always turn to my mother and what she means to me. In my family, my mother is truly the fertile soil, the
foundation on which the family stands. A mother is the field where God can plant his beautiful garden, the starting point of
the children. Hers is the first voice that we hear, the first embrace that we feel. Her milk is the first nourishment that we
taste. These are the things that start us off on this journey called life.

We just heard a great performance from the band, didn\u2019t we? A band has drums, bass, piano, singers, keyboards, and guitars. But the true foundation of the band is the bass. The bass grounds the band and at the same time drives it. In the family, the mother is like the bass in a band, what grounds the family and at the same time drives it.

before the throne of God. The music of the different instruments creates a visual imagery of what we\u2019re listening to, which is like a fire and brimstone message of the sinners. You hear the sinners accusing and attacking each other, even while they\u2019re seated in front of God.

Then you hear an incredibly lovely oboe accompaniment, a little phrase, an aria that is repeated throughout the cantata. It represents the sinners and their sins being played over and over again. Just as the sinners are trembling before the seat of God, the oboe also trembles as it continually plays this same phrase.

The interesting thing, though, about this piece is that there is no bass, so there is no foundation. Even as this piece is
being played out, you know something is missing, something is deeply wrong. You feel it in your emotion because your
emotion is energy in motion. Then there is a constant battle between the sinners going on and the different instruments
coming in. But the overarching thing that juxtaposes itself to this fire and brimstone text is the tone of the aria. The tone is

In music we can see how different feelings and emotions may be played out. Particularly in that Bach piece, I\u2019ve often felt the feeling of emptiness, of being almost lost, even though there is this continuous phrase that\u2019s repeated over and over again with tremolo. And I realize, my goodness, a mother is so crucial to a family.

For a lot of us growing up, our mother represents the conscience of the family. I don\u2019t know how many times when I was
young and beginning to understand who I was, or what I wanted my identity to be, I realized that sometimes I was good
and sometimes I was naughty. But the most difficult thing that my mother put upon me and my siblings was that she
constantly told us, \u201cI love you and I trust you.\u201d Of course initially it sounds wonderful, but when you become a teenager and
maybe want to break that curfew every now and then and see that double feature or see what a party or club is like, you
hear this voice of conscience, the voice of my mother, saying, \u201cIn Jin, I trust you.\u201d That was awful because you couldn\u2019t do
anything that you couldn\u2019t come back to Mama and be proud of.

When you\u2019re young, you want to do so many things. The world is like your oyster. You want to go exploring; you want to do different things. But at the same time you want to be a really, really good girl, you want to honor God, you want to respect your parents, and you want to be a dutiful child. You know your mother trusts you so completely, and you don\u2019t want to mess that up. You don\u2019t want to lose that.

It was incredibly difficult for my siblings and me growing up as teenagers in this country, with so many different things to try
out. In the back of our minds, there was our mother, saying, \u201cI trust you.\u201d You wanted to honor that trust.
I have a younger sister who is two years younger than I am. We were raised like twins \u2013 given the same haircut, put in the
same clothing, almost like a uniform. If Mother bought something for me, she bought the same dress in a smaller size for
my sister. Whenever we went out into the world, people always asked, \u201cAre you guys twins?\u201d We were dressed alike, our
haircuts were alike, and we looked alike. We would always be busy saying, \u201cNo, we\u2019re not twins. We\u2019re sisters.\u201d But that\u2019s
how we were raised.

Even our names are almost the same: My name is In Jin and her name is Un Jin. Many times my parents would mix us up. We would say, \u201cMother, wouldn\u2019t it be far easier if you dressed us in different clothing? It might help you to remember our names.\u201d But she was insistent on us being sisters and looking alike and doing everything together.

We grew up sharing a bedroom. One of the things my mother always stressed to the kids was \u201cClean minds, clean room. Clean environment, clean spirit.\u201d She was very diligent with us girls from a very young age. \u201cYou need to clean up your room; leave it better than you found it.\u201d

She would have us vacuum, clean, and dust, rubbing everything until it shone incredibly beautifully. Having a mother like this and growing up in this kind of an environment, my sister really took leaning to an art form. She would clean her side of the room. She would draw a line down the center and say, \u201cThis is my side, and that is your side, sister.\u201d She would take incredible care of her furniture and her clothing. She would vacuum so diligently, just her side of the room. She would take Fantastik and Windex and clean all the windows, then dust and shine everything. Then she would simply put all the

I don\u2019t know many times, no matter how hard I tried, I always got in trouble. My younger sister had a knack of knowing
exactly when my mother would come in. Her side would be absolutely gorgeous, beautiful, so pristine. My side looked like
Clutter City. I\u2019d be furiously trying to clean up as fast as possible. Many times when my mother came in, she said, \u201cIn Jin,
why does the older sister\u2019s side of the room look dirtier than the younger sister\u2019s? Could you please clean up?\u201d Then she
would leave.

Then I would be totally crushed, thinking murderous thoughts. I would look at my sister and say, \u201cHow can you do this to me? How could you?\u201d She would be sitting on the chair, smiling at me. It was very difficult for me to overcome my anger, which wanted so badly to volcanically erupt toward her. I often prayed about it, \u201cOkay, I live with this person, she\u2019s my sister, I have to take care of her, I have to love her. And yet she gets me in trouble all the time. How do I overcome it?\u201d

Then I would hear a voice in the back of my mind, my mother\u2019s voice, saying, \u201cIn Jin, I trust you.\u201d And it\u2019s awful because even though you want to be angry, you have this mother saying, \u201cI trust you.\u201d And you want to be good, and you want to try your best.

The years went on like that. Finally, when we became teenagers, my mother got the idea, \u201cLet\u2019s put the two girls in two
separate rooms with a shared bathroom.\u201d But even when we got our separate rooms, it was interesting how her room
would be just absolutely immaculate. I would try my best to keep my room as clean as possible. But when she wanted to
rest, she would always come into my room and sleep on my bed, bringing Doritos and crumbly cookies and eating them in
my chair and making a mess on my desk. She even had this fabulous way of vacuuming. You know that when you pull the
vacuum one way the carpet looks darker and when you push, it looks lighter? She figured out the perfect way of
vacuuming her room so it was all light. Then she would come into my room to do her thing, to spend her day. Sometimes
the people taking care of our clothes would put my identical outfit in her closet, so I would have to go into her closet. I
wanted to do it discreetly, to check if my things are there, and then come out. Because she cleaned her carpet in such a
way that it\u2019s all light, you could not walk on it carpet without her knowing. And you could not open her closet door without it
creating an arc like half a snow angel.

This is what I had to deal with. One day I said to myself, \u201cOkay, Mother, I hear your voice. You\u2019re telling me you trust me,
but you know what? Being a good girl is not easy. One of these days I want to express to my sister what I\u2019m feeling.\u201d
There was one instance when a missionary couple came to our house and brought a lot of gifts from Japan. On this
special day they gave my sister and me animated-figure pencil cases. They were beautiful, pink, with a picture of a
beautiful girl. My sister got one, and I got one. We were both enjoying our presents.

I left the room to get something for the guests to drink. When I came back, my pencil case was in my sister\u2019s hand and her pencil case was in front of my seat. It really didn\u2019t matter so much because the pencil cases almost looked identical to me. But on this day, I just couldn\u2019t hold it in. I screamed, \u201cUn Jin!\u201d like I\u2019ve never screamed before. I said, \u201cGive me my pencil case back,\u201d and I took it from her hand, and gave hers back.