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The statue of St. Andrew Kim, first Korean priest.


Special friendship between Julia Kim
and St. Andrew Kim, the first Korean priest.

During my visit to Manila, the Philippines on May 22, 1986, to attend the unveiling ceremony of St. Andrew Dae-Gun Kim’s statue there, I cried out at the beginning of the ceremony:

“Dear St. Andrew Dae-Gun Kim! Speak to us. I, a poor sinner, deeply respect and love you. Therefore, plant in my soul your sublime spirit of martyrdom so that it may flame up in me. On July 5, 1984, which was the feast of Fr. Andrew Dae-Gun Kim, the patron of all the clergy in Korea, I went to the island of Docho (in Korea) and explained you to the people there, and you helped me by melting the icy-cold hearts of the island’s residents like the snow in the spring. I love you, Father Dae-Gun Kim!”

As soon as my prayer ended, Fr. Kim’s statue was unveiled. At that moment, I saw, instead of the statue, the live Fr. Dae-Gun Kim chasing away the devils with palm leaves in his hand. He was escorted by the angels. While I was looking at this scene, enraptured with its beauty, Fr. Kim began speaking kindly and smiling very friendly.

“Blessed daughter who has received special graces for the glory of Our Lord! Even when this world infected with errors does not understand you and persecutes and annoys you, you will inherit happiness in the eternal heavenly family with me in the next world, if you go straight forward with the spirit of martyrdom following the Heavenly Mother who always leads you on the shortcut. Therefore, even if the way of the little souls is the way of the cross that is difficult, painful, and lonesome, I wish you to offer it up as a martyr for the Lord, promptly holding my hand. Together with the Heavenly Mother, I will also help you.”

As the Saint stretched out his hand, I grabbed it and felt a hot energy from the Saint’s hand circulating into my whole body. I was overwhelmed with joy, unable to speak and only shedding tears. A while later, the Saint and the angels disappeared. I only saw the Saint’s statue.  (May 22, 1986, from Julia’s diary)

 

Mother's milk that came down on the plastic dome in the Blessed Mother's Mountain

 Colorful fragrant oil on the water of grace

Prayers in preparation for the Stations of the Cross

 

 

Entrance of Our Lady of Naju.

 Relic of St. Andrew Kim.

 Offering flowers to the Blessed Mother of Naju

 

 

 Before praying the Rosary.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

 Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

 Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

 Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

 Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

  Milk that came down on a pilgrim.

  Precious Blood that came down on a pilgrim.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Blessed Mother squeezed all of herself to exude a large quantity of golden-color fragrant oil.

 

 

  

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