overjoyed. They told me, “You’re good at fooling the police here with your feigned insanity, but you don’t fool us! Even if you lost your skin we’d still be able to recognize you. You’ve escaped from us many times and made us look stupid, but you won’t escape this time!”
They slapped me and handcuffed me behind my back. They said, “Let’s go! We’re taking you back to Nanyang and will deal with you when we get there.”
The Nanyang officers thanked the local PSB for taking care of me and threw me into the back of their van. They handcuffed me to a steel rail above my head that ran down the centre of the van. After closing the doors they beat me with their fists and with batons, severely wounding me.
As they drove throughout the day on the bumpy roads my handcuffs cut into my wrists so that blood splattered everywhere, covering the walls of the van. The handcuffs cut so deep that my wrist bones were exposed. I was in such agony I could hardly breathe. I was about to fall unconscious because of the pain and loss of blood.
I cried out to the Lord and said, “Jesus, I can no longer endure. Why are you allowing me to be tortured like this? Please receive my spirit now.”
The guards travelling in the back of the van switched on an electric baton when they heard me praying and jolted me with shocks. The pain was too severe for me and I felt my heart and my brain were going to literally explode from my body.
Again I cried to the Lord, “God, have mercy on me. Please receive my spirit now.”
The word of the Lord came to me clearly, “The reason you suffer is so you can partake in the fellowship of my suffering. Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the earth.”
In my proud heart I’d been thinking that I was important to the church, that they needed me to lead them. Now, I vividly understood that he is God and I am but a feeble man. I realized that God didn’t need me at all, and that if he ever chose to use me again it would be nothing more than a great privilege.
Suddenly the fear and pain left me.
The police van finally entered the streets of Nanyang, my home town. They slowed down. I could see through the windows that posters had been plastered on every wall along both sides of the street, announcing, “Celebrate and warmly congratulate the Public Security Bureau! The Christian counter-revolutionary Yun, who has clothed hiscriminal activities in the cloak of religion, has been apprehended!”
“The arrest of the counter-revolutionary Yun is good news for the people of Nanyang!”
“Down with the reactionary Yun and his fellow workers! Resolutely strike down all illegal Christian meetings led by Yun!”
The guards turned their siren on so they could boast to the people of their great achievement in catching me. The news of my arrest spread quickly and people rushed after the van to see me.
But I was no longer afraid. The Lord had already told me, “Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you…Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life.” Revelation 2:10.
CHAPTER NINE
THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH
“Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you.”
I Peter 4:12–14.
During my long painful van journey back to Nanyang the Lord continually comforted me by saying, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10.
When the police van arrived at the Nanyang prison gate, they took my handcuffs off the steel rail and pushed me out of the back of the van onto the frozen ground. A bitterly cold blizzard was blowing from the
They slapped me and handcuffed me behind my back. They said, “Let’s go! We’re taking you back to Nanyang and will deal with you when we get there.”
The Nanyang officers thanked the local PSB for taking care of me and threw me into the back of their van. They handcuffed me to a steel rail above my head that ran down the centre of the van. After closing the doors they beat me with their fists and with batons, severely wounding me.
As they drove throughout the day on the bumpy roads my handcuffs cut into my wrists so that blood splattered everywhere, covering the walls of the van. The handcuffs cut so deep that my wrist bones were exposed. I was in such agony I could hardly breathe. I was about to fall unconscious because of the pain and loss of blood.
I cried out to the Lord and said, “Jesus, I can no longer endure. Why are you allowing me to be tortured like this? Please receive my spirit now.”
The guards travelling in the back of the van switched on an electric baton when they heard me praying and jolted me with shocks. The pain was too severe for me and I felt my heart and my brain were going to literally explode from my body.
Again I cried to the Lord, “God, have mercy on me. Please receive my spirit now.”
The word of the Lord came to me clearly, “The reason you suffer is so you can partake in the fellowship of my suffering. Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the earth.”
In my proud heart I’d been thinking that I was important to the church, that they needed me to lead them. Now, I vividly understood that he is God and I am but a feeble man. I realized that God didn’t need me at all, and that if he ever chose to use me again it would be nothing more than a great privilege.
Suddenly the fear and pain left me.
The police van finally entered the streets of Nanyang, my home town. They slowed down. I could see through the windows that posters had been plastered on every wall along both sides of the street, announcing, “Celebrate and warmly congratulate the Public Security Bureau! The Christian counter-revolutionary Yun, who has clothed hiscriminal activities in the cloak of religion, has been apprehended!”
“The arrest of the counter-revolutionary Yun is good news for the people of Nanyang!”
“Down with the reactionary Yun and his fellow workers! Resolutely strike down all illegal Christian meetings led by Yun!”
The guards turned their siren on so they could boast to the people of their great achievement in catching me. The news of my arrest spread quickly and people rushed after the van to see me.
But I was no longer afraid. The Lord had already told me, “Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you…Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life.” Revelation 2:10.
CHAPTER NINE
THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH
“Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you.”
I Peter 4:12–14.
During my long painful van journey back to Nanyang the Lord continually comforted me by saying, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10.
When the police van arrived at the Nanyang prison gate, they took my handcuffs off the steel rail and pushed me out of the back of the van onto the frozen ground. A bitterly cold blizzard was blowing from the
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