When Father was in prison for two years and eight months, I did heavy labor in a concentration camp. \I worked in a fertilizer factory, shoveling piles of ammonium sulfate and putting it into sacks. Each sack had to be the same weight. Then I had to put it on a conveyor belt.

When the salt was first made it was hot, but after it cooled it hardened like rock. Since it had been there for several years, it was hard as rock. It was very hard to shovel it. Everyone had a quota to fulfill in eight hours. Ten people made up one team, and each team had to fill 1,300 sacks per day. If we couldn't finish this quota in eight hours, our food was cut in half. One day's food ration was 1.7 bowls of grain. There were no side dishes, only watery soybean soup or plain salt water. That was all we ate while laboring eight hours a day.

The Communists' purpose was to kill us through this heavy labor. Everyone who came into this prison camp would go out dead within three years. This was for certain. Those who came to this prison were already doomed to death. Normally, average people with good food can fill at most 700 sacks per day. But our work quota was almost double. If we took big bites, we could finish our food in three bites. So after breakfast, on the way to the work site our legs were already wobbly. In this condition we had to work from morning till evening. The misery was beyond description.

In prison I determined to live on just half the daily ration. Everyone was certain to die on the ration anyway. As you know, man does not live by bread alone, but also by the words of God. It took half a month to make this determination. I ate half, and the other half I gave away to others. The important thing was how happy I was spiritually, how much I felt a sense of spiritual accomplishment and received God's grace by doing so. This was a great internal spiritual comfort.

Life is very scientific. When I was laboring, I never thought I was laboring. I thought of it as a time of prayer. I always imagined many wonderful things on the world level. We left the camp at 8:00 in the morning and arrived at the factory at 10:00. We had ten minutes to visit the toilet. By that time we already felt very tired. We felt pain from our empty stomachs. But I didn't think of the pain. Those who thought of the pain and their hungry stomachs always looked forward to resting. Each sack had to be filled with 40 kilograms, then lifted up onto a conveyor belt. That was the hardest work. No one wanted to do it. But I always volunteered to do this most hated job. Continuing this work meant certain death. So somehow I had to build up my physical energy to do this hard work. There was no other way to survive. You have to be responsible for the hardest work. Think in this progressive, positive way.

There was no time to rest, with 1,300 sacks to fill. Those 1,300 sacks would stack up to a height higher than this lecture hall. To shovel the fertilizer into one sack then lift it onto the conveyor belt took our team five minutes and ten seconds. It took other teams fifteen minutes. At that rate they could never finish their quotas. We were digging into a mountain of fertilizer, so if we moved the scale it took a longer time. I figured out how to do this without moving the scale.

In the beginning the team didn't agree with this method, but since they knew that I was doing half the work alone, their consciences led them to help me and follow my method. Actually it was an effective way to work. I received a prize every year from the Communist Party as a model worker. I also educated the newcomers how to work.

Such conditions certainly weaken the body. The hair starts to fall out and the skin swells. Usually after six months a prisoner would start to spit up blood. They would think it was tuberculosis and just give up and die. Most people could bear this life for one and a half to two years at the most.

Can you imagine how hungry we were? It is beyond expression how much we wanted to eat.

How much we thought of food! We missed food to the point of death. If someone was too sick to go to the factory, his food was automatically cut in half. No work, no food. That was the Communist principle. So everyone went to work just to receive three meals, even if they were sick. They did their best to receive the food, and after they got back to the prison they would die while they were eating. At that time, those next to the dying man would struggle desperately for his food, like on a battleground.

Under these conditions Father studied deeply about man, and thought, "Have I ever missed God more than I miss food?" I lived with this comparison every day. I thought I must love God more than anything else, more than food. I thought I came here not to eat a handful of grain. I came here to open the way of indemnity for mankind. I never took the attitude that my work was distasteful. So I was famous.

What kind of person do you think Father is? Father's character is very hasty. I cannot bear it if someone slanders me. I cannot bear it if someone hits me, and I hate to lose. I have quite extreme characteristics. Because of this temperament and character, I have done well in many fields. There is nothing I cannot do. Whatever sport I play, I determine to win. My brain is not so bad either.

With this kind of character, can you imagine how many times I had to endure unbearable things? Think how many times I had to endure shameful situations. But I had to overcome all of this for God. God must have a fiery character like mine. If He acted by His fiery character, God could have swept away all of this world. Yet because He endured such a long time, this world still exists. God even refrained from taking revenge against Satan. Since I know God endured so much, I could repent and endure everything. That is why the Unification Church exists today. You must know this.

Since I know God, who endured so much difficulty, indignation and injustice, how could I stain or scar God's will of restoration? That's why I have persevered until now. The Unification Church must go the way of endurance in this position, overcoming, forgiving, and being proud of our position.

I tell you, no matter how much indignation and injustice you feel, it will never match my feelings. No matter how much Rev. Moon feels indignation and injustice, it will never match God's feelings. That's why I endure. This is the place where our hearts connect. You must know that within this sorrow, the way of God's heart will widen.