In
my dream, Master, with a frail body and injured leg, was stumbling down
a rough and rocky road. Another sister initiate and I were supporting Her
on each side, yet it was very difficult for Her to move on. Suddenly, with
a strength that came from nowhere, I lifted Master up into my arms and then
charged forward with all my might. When I awoke, my heart was calm, but
this revelation came to me: Both tangibly and intangibly, Master's mission
is extremely difficult. We, Her badly pampered children, can hardly realize
the weight of the heavy cross resting on Her shoulders. Parents always give
the best to their children while they silently shoulder tremendous hardships.
Now, this group of naughty and ignorant kids has grown up over time, and
can better appreciate the painstaking intent of our "parent". We should
do our best to further fulfill our obligations as "children".
Dear Master, how grateful
we are to You for bestowing on us this precious Method. Through Your actions,
words and qualities exemplifying absolute purity, perfection and beauty,
we are practicing hard, hoping to be able to share some of Your worries
and fatigue. May God bless us, so Your children on Earth can bring joy to
You more often!
From
each corner of the world, Your children wholeheartedly wish You the best,
love You, and follow You!
Between
Master And Disciples
