About twenty-five years ago, in a peaceful Indian village in northern Mexico (Coloradas de la Virgen), a stranger appeared. He wore fine clothes and carried a friendly smile on his face. Driving a brand-new pickup truck, he handed out small packets of seeds to the village elders. Gazing at the wide mountains and fields, he said: “If you only cultivate these seeds well, I will reward you abundantly!”

To the Indians, the seeds were unfamiliar. The promise of “abundant reward” meant unimaginable wealth—far more than they could ever earn from years of growing corn and potatoes. To make such money in a single year seemed like a dream. Yet the older elders firmly rejected his offer: “Never once have outsiders brought benefit to our village. How can we forget that after signing peace treaties with the whites, our ancestors were massacred, enslaved, robbed of their land, and nearly exterminated? We did not even surrender to Spain. I fear these seeds will bring misfortune to our people.”

But the younger generation resisted: “Why drag history into this? All we need to do is grow the seeds. Isn’t this a great opportunity? Instead of letting the children wander idly in the mountains and fields, we can give them work, joy, and purpose.”

So the young cleared weeds, cut down trees, and sowed the seeds. They dreamed of prosperity. What had been barren land yesterday now seemed like a place where money could grow simply by planting seeds. The stranger whispered further: if anyone opposed or interfered with the sowing, they should be “taken care of.” He handed them a pistol and a fistful of cash—both dazzling and powerful in their eyes.

As the seeds sprouted, leaves grew green, and flowers bloomed, elders began to die without reason. The young fought constantly over the plants. Addiction spread among them from the strange crops.

Twenty-five years later, the village was enslaved by marijuana and opium. It became a valley of death, filled daily with cries of grief. Many fled in fear, wandering in exile, longing for their homeland with tears. Centuries ago, they had resisted even mighty Spain, but after accepting those small seeds, they collapsed from within—a tragic mark in history.

We too had visitors bearing seeds a hundred years ago. They proclaimed: “Whoever cultivates the seed of the Gospel in the field of the soul will receive eternal life. But you must become seeds that suffer, following Jesus who bore the cross. Unless a seed dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears tens, thousands, and countless fruit.”

Our ancestors, assured of eternal life, sowed the Gospel seed in their souls even in the face of death.

A century later, a people once burdened by Confucian thought and countless spirits rose to become spiritual leaders of the world. Missionaries who brought the Gospel seed risked their lives, cultivating fields with love and sacrifice. “Had we not received the seed of the Gospel, could our nation, could I myself, even exist today?” I often ask. And I wonder: “If I had raised my children without the Gospel, what would have become of them?” Each time, I can only give thanks.

God’s love, which gives strength and courage through life’s hardships and leads from death into life, cannot be compared or repaid by anything on earth. Whether the grace I received appears great or small, the very fact that the Gospel seed has been grafted into the life of my family is an immeasurable blessing.

It has now been five years since the Christian Broadcasting Network in America began sowing the seeds of the Gospel. The time has come for “broadcast missions” through FM and AM, so that anyone, anywhere, may hear. In a world where drugs and crime choke life like weeds and thorns, Satan still appears in peaceful villages with “seeds of death,” reaping souls.

But we are called to sow “seeds of life” in the land of death, preserving and nurturing the life God has given, so that we and our descendants may live in peace and joy. God has given us this opportunity. We are now the protagonists in the history of sowing the Gospel seed. It is time to rise boldly.

Let us all join together, for this holy seed will bear fruit not only for us and our neighbors, but for generations to come. The Gospel seed we sow today will be the greatest inheritance and gift we can pass on to our children. For this grace, we can only give thanks to God.