One day I was out sharing the gospel in some small Chinese villages. Suddenly the police surrounded us. They grabbed me and threw me in the back of a van.
“We know that you have been trained for Christian evangelism, and we are taking you in,” they told me.
There was not much I, a simple farmer, could do so I just leaned back onto the seat and prayed. That’s when God gave me an idea. I took the training notes out of my book and stuffed them into the cracks and crevices of the van.
When we arrived at the station they tried processing me, but they couldn’t find the evidence. Even without proper evidence, they threw me in jail. The officials told me that all I had to do to get my freedom was to recant my beliefs. I refused.
They chained me to a pole. For the first few days, they did not give me water or food. Finally, they brought me food — but there was nothing to drink.
When the guard came with my food that night, I asked if I could clean the kitchen. They were surprised by the offer and granted my wish. They took me into a room where dirty dishes were piled high. As soon as the officers left and locked the door behind them, I lunged for the sink.
I put my face into the dirty dishwater and took a long drink. I did not care about the pieces of food floating in the water. This is how I survived — drinking dirty dishwater — and I was thankful that God provided for my needs.
The persecution and torture continued. I was interrogated day after day. Each time they tried to get me to recant my faith. I refused to denounce Jesus as my Lord. Then they chained me outside the jail to a tree.
During the day the hot sun scorched me. At night mosquitoes feasted on me. I was miserable and my body was weak.
Finally they sent two officers to finish me off. They were big and muscled. They beat up my fragile body without even breaking a sweat.
“This is your last chance,” the big officer said. “Denounce Jesus and gain your freedom.” I looked straight into his eyes and replied, “Your methods will not work on me. I decided to die for Jesus the day I decided to follow Him.”
I immediately felt the tension around my neck loosen. The guards were shocked at my outburst. They looked at each other and shook their heads in disbelief. The big, burly officer took his foot off my neck and pulled me upright.
“This guy has no fear of death,” the officer said to his partner. “Let’s let him go. No amount of persecution is going to change him. It is useless.”
They unlocked the chains and let me go home.
Brothers and sisters, I share my story to encourage all believers to stand firm in the faith. God is victorious! (IMB)
EDITOR’S NOTE — Names have been changed in both stories above.
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