Page 76 - Living Epistles

throat. With his other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID
card. He shouted, “I come from the Public Security Bureau. Where do you
come from?”

Immediately I remembered the vision I had seen of the dark monster.

Two other PSB officers took a rope and tightly bound my arms behind my
back, as well as binding the rope around my chest, back, and waist. One of
the officers noticed a red wooden cross attached to the wall...

They tore the cross from the wall and tied it to my back with the ropes. Then
they started to kick me furiously. Blows rained down upon my arms, legs,
chest and ribs...

For the first time I literally had the honor of literally bearing the cross of
Christ on my body. They triumphantly marched me off, bloodied and
bruised, to Shangnan township...

When the townspeople saw me bound with rope and that I was carrying a
big red cross, a story began to circulate that “Jesus from Henan” had come.
Many people crowded around to witness this remarkable sight.

As I was paraded through the streets, a police car drove slowly in front.
Through a loudspeaker they proclaimed, “This man came from Henan to
preach Jesus. He has seriously disrupted the peace. He has confused the
people. Today the Public Security Bureau has captured him. We will punish
him severely.”

I was made to kneel down in the dirt while the officers punched me in the
chest and face and repeatedly kicked me from behind with their heavy boots.
My face was covered with blood. The pain was unbearable and I nearly lost
consciousness as I lay on the ground.

They lifted me up and made me stagger down another street. They were
determined to make an example of me to as many people as possible.

I lifted my head up and caught glimpses of people in the crowd. Some pitied
me and wept. When I saw this it really strengthened my faith. When I had
the chance, I softly told one woman, “Please don’t feel sorry for me. You
should weep for the lost souls of our nation.”