By Wang Hui, China

One day in June 2004, at around 1:30 in the afternoon, just as I was taking a nap with two sisters, a dozen or so police officers suddenly burst in. They ordered us to squat in the corner, and without showing any identification, they began searching the house. They searched every corner of the house, and eventually found a set of CDs, books of God’s words, a mobile phone, and a receipt for an offering of 200,000 yuan. Afterward, the police escorted us to the county’s Public Security Bureau. I silently prayed to God, asking Him to give me faith and strength, and to help me to stand firm in my testimony, to not become a Judas, and to not betray Him. A police officer then interrogated me, asking my name and where I lived. I didn’t say a word, and so he rushed up, grabbed my hair, and gave me seven or eight hard slaps. He said through gnashed teeth, “Think you can keep your mouth shut, do you? I’ll get you talking!” He slapped me so hard that my head spun and my face burned. Then another officer ordered me to stand with my nose pressed against the wall, and my body had to stay away from the wall as I held my arms raised out to the sides at shoulder height. I stood like this for over an hour, sweating profusely from exhaustion, my back ached as though it was about to break, and my arms felt so sore and heavy that I could barely take it.

That evening, the police took me to a guesthouse and tortured me that very night to get me to confess. They made me sit on the cement floor, with my legs stretched out, arms extended straight forward, shoulder-width apart, my eyes had to face forward, and I wasn’t allowed to look down. I wasn’t allowed to bend my arms, and my torso had to remain upright. Then they interrogated me about my name, where I lived, and when I came to believe in Almighty God. I said nothing, and then one officer took out the 200,000 yuan offering receipt and said to me, “Where is the 200,000 yuan? Spit it out! We already know everything about you, and you’re a leader in the church, so just give us the truth!” Hearing them say this, I felt a bit afraid, because since they’d found the offering receipt and knew I was a leader, they wouldn’t let me off easily, and I didn’t know how they would torture me next. At this moment, I thought of God’s words: “You should not be afraid of this and that; no matter how many difficulties and dangers you might face, you are capable of remaining steady before Me, unobstructed by any hindrance, so that My will may be carried out unimpeded. This is your duty…. Be not afraid; with My support, who could ever block this road?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Utterances of Christ in the Beginning, Chapter 10). God’s words gave me faith. God is sovereign over all things, and no matter how cruel the police might be, they were in God’s hands, and I knew that so long as I looked to God, relied on Him, and stood firm by His side, God would lead me to overcome Satan. When I thought of this, I was no longer so afraid. Immediately after, the police kept interrogating me, asking where the church’s money was and who the upper leaders were. I remained silent the whole time. One of the police officers, enraged, put the stun baton on the backs of my hands and began shocking me, but I wasn’t allowed to move while being shocked. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and the more I trembled, the more intensely he shocked me. With every shock, my entire body shook, and I screamed out in pain. Then the police officer stepped on my shins, and used the stun baton to shock me all over my feet, causing my legs to contract instinctively. The officer continued to interrogate me, “Spit it out! Where is the 200,000 yuan?” I still said nothing. He flew into a rage, and began shocking me randomly, on my jaw, on my back, and on the back of my head. When he shocked the back of my head, I felt like my head had been struck violently by something hard. The pain was excruciating, and my head spun. When he shocked me on my jaw, both my lips trembled, and my teeth clattered together. Instinctively, I fell to the ground to protect myself. The police officer, frantic with rage, grabbed my collar and yanked me back up into a sitting position. He then took a remote control and began striking both sides of my face with it about a dozen times. While hitting me, he spat at me: “Let’s see how long you can keep your mouth shut! I don’t believe you’re made of stone!” Eventually, he got tired of hitting me, and then ordered me to sit again with my arms raised in the same position as before. Whenever my sitting posture didn’t meet his demands, he’d use the stun baton to shock my hands and feet, and he’d strike my face with the remote control and magazines. Things carried on this way as the police tortured me until midnight. After being shocked and beaten by the police like this, I felt weak in my heart. With them torturing me like this just after arresting me, I had no idea what other tortures they might use on me next. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it. So I thought, “Maybe if I tell them something unimportant, I can avoid some agony, and will not suffer such excruciating pain.” But then I reconsidered, “If I talk, wouldn’t I become a Judas?” At that moment, I remembered God’s words: “Toward those who showed Me not the slightest loyalty during times of tribulation, I shall be merciful no more, for My mercy only extends so far. I have no liking, furthermore, for anyone who has once betrayed Me, much less do I like to associate with those who sell out the interests of their friends. This is My disposition, regardless of who the person may be” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Prepare Sufficient Good Deeds for Your Destination). God’s words guided me and made me understand that God’s righteous disposition doesn’t tolerate offense, and that God hates those who betray Him. If I betrayed God as a Judas just to avoid bodily suffering, then I’d become a sinner for all eternity, deserving of God’s curses. When I thought of this, I made up my mind to endure the pain, thinking, “No matter how much the police torture me, I will stand firm in my testimony to shame Satan.”

The next day, the police took me to another hotel, and they made me sit on the cement floor in the same posture as before. A policeman in his thirties came up to me and gave me a few hard slaps, trying to pressure me to reveal my full name, my address, and who the upper leaders were. He also said blasphemous words about God. Seeing that I still wasn’t saying anything, he angrily grabbed a stun baton and shocked my palms, the backs of my hands, the back of my head, and my jaw. He shocked me so badly that I wobbled as I sat on the floor. He then shoved the stun baton into my sleeves and shocked both my arms. My arms jerked uncontrollably, and I collapsed on the ground, crying out in pain. He then stepped on my lower legs, shoved the baton into the legs of my pants, and shocked my legs. After about five minutes of this, I collapsed on the ground, completely limp. I was drenched in sweat, and my legs and arms were aching and numb. The pain was truly unbearable. Then the officer grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up into a sitting position. He took off his leather shoes and smacked me across my cheeks several times. While hitting me, he mocked me, saying, “You believe in Almighty God, don’t you? So why isn’t your God saving you?” I was beaten so badly that I saw stars, and my cheeks burned fiercely. I collapsed on the floor, unable to move at all. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to endure the police’s brutal torture, so I silently prayed to God in my heart, “God, I am too small in stature. Please give me faith and the resolve to suffer, so that I can stand firm in my testimony for You.” At that moment, I remembered a passage of God’s words: “Do not be afraid of this and that, the Almighty God of hosts will surely be with you; He is your backup force, and He is your shield” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Utterances of Christ in the Beginning, Chapter 26). God’s words gave me faith and strength. God is sovereign over and controls everything, and He is my support and my backing. The police are also in God’s hands, and so I had nothing to fear. I resolved that no matter how much I suffered or how much I was tortured, I would rely on God to stand firm in my testimony.

Seeing that I still wasn’t saying anything, the police began using softer tactics on me. That afternoon, around 5 o’clock, a policeman in his fifties came up to me and said in a calm tone, “There’s no need to be so stubborn. If you tell us what you know, I promise you that you can go home. You just believe in God, right? That’s not such a big deal. So long as you just tell us what you know, you can go home and carry on with your life. Look at yourself, it’s really not worth suffering this much for your faith. You know all too well just how unpleasant those stun batons feel. Have a good think about your options!” I thought to myself, “Since I’ve been arrested, the police have been beating me, berating me, and electrocuting me, but this person wasn’t so harsh toward me. I sense that Satan’s schemes are at work here.” At that moment, I thought of God’s words: “At all times, My people should be on guard against the cunning schemes of Satan, guarding the gate of My house for Me … so as to avoid falling into Satan’s trap, at which time it would be too late for regrets” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. God’s Words to the Entire Universe, Chapter 3). The enlightenment God’s words made me understand that Satan schemes relentlessly. The police had been torturing me to try and force me to confess and sell out my brothers and sisters and betray God, but now they’d changed their attitude and were pretending to be kind to deceive me. They were truly sinister and despicable! After a while, when he saw I wasn’t saying anything, he finally bared his fangs and said in a stern tone, “Your faith in Almighty God isn’t permitted by the state, and moreover, it is opposed by the CCP. If you don’t confess, your children won’t be able to attend college, join the military, join the CCP, or become civil servants…. Don’t you think about them at all? Your children’s futures are going to be ruined because of you. Think carefully!” When he mentioned my children, I felt heart-wrenching pain, “If my children can’t go to school or find a good job in the future, will they come to resent me?” The more I thought, the more distressed I felt. In my pain and distress, I thought of a passage of God’s words: “Who of the whole of mankind is not cared for in the eyes of the Almighty? Who does not live in the midst of the Almighty’s predestination?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. God’s Words to the Entire Universe, Chapter 11). God’s words enlightened me instantly. The destiny of my children was in God’s hands, and the situations they would go through in their lives and how much suffering they would endure had all been predestined by God. No matter how rampant the great red dragon was, it couldn’t change the fate of my children. I had to entrust my children to God and submit to God’s sovereignty and arrangements. The police were trying to use my children’s future to try and threaten me, and make me sell out my brothers and sisters and betray God. I couldn’t let their schemes succeed. At around 7 p.m., the police took me to a township police station where the local police showed me some photos for me to identify. I thought to myself, “You’ll never make me sell out my brothers and sisters!” So no matter what the police asked me, I just shook my head and remained silent. After pulling up about a dozen photos, the machine suddenly malfunctioned and couldn’t retrieve any more, and the police had to take me back to the hotel. On the way back, a police captain surnamed Qin pressured me more about the whereabouts of the offering money. I said I didn’t know, and he flew into a rage and punched me in the forehead several times. My head rang from the blows. As we passed each village, Qin asked me, “Have you been here before?” and I’d just say, “I’ve never been here.” When we passed the last town, he asked again, “You’ve probably been here before, right? How many host homes are there here? If you cooperate with us and help us catch someone, we’ll let you go. This is your chance to redeem yourself.” I thought to myself, “I’ve already suffered under your cruel torture after being arrested. I’ll never sell out my brothers and sisters and let them get arrested and endure this suffering.” So I said to him, “I’m lost and I have no idea where anything is around here. I don’t know if there are any host homes here.” I was feeling carsick and on the verge of vomiting. They were afraid I’d make a mess in the car, so they had to take me back. It was already past 11 p.m. by the time I got back to the hotel. The police then made me sit on the ground in the same position as before. My eyes had to face forward, and they wouldn’t let me sleep, and five officers took turns guarding me. Whenever my eyelids drooped, they’d shock me with a stun baton, or they’d hit me with a remote control, or yank on the hair at the front of my scalp. Whenever my hands drooped, they’d burn my palms and fingers with a lighter. I spent the night being tortured like this.

On the morning of the third day, six or seven police officers surrounded me, interrogating me about my address, full name, and who the upper leaders were. I remained silent. One of the police officers picked up one of my slippers, grabbed my hair, and yanked it back forcefully. He then slapped me across the face with the slipper seven or eight times. As he slapped me, he said, “You’re not made of iron, and today, we’re going to beat you until you talk.” He then said to the other officers, “Don’t give her any slack!” After saying that, he stormed off. Two officers each grabbed one of my arms, while another officer aimed the stun baton at the back of my neck and jaw and shocked me brutally. With each shock, my body trembled uncontrollably. The police then inserted the baton into one of my sleeves and shocked my arm for about two minutes. My arm shook uncontrollably from the shocks, and then he used the same method to shock my other arm. By this point, my hair was completely soaked, and sweat streamed down my forehead and into my eyes. My eyes were so flooded with sweat that I couldn’t even open them. I could only grit my teeth and endure. When they saw that I still wouldn’t speak, they stepped on my lower legs, and then they began shocking my legs with the stun baton. I collapsed to the ground, my whole body limp and drenched in cold sweat. I had no strength to resist, and all I could do was let out screams of pain. The police saw that I was completely exhausted and stopped, asking me, “Feel like talking now? If not, we’ll start again from the beginning.” I was terrified of being shocked again, so I had no choice but to give them my address, full name, and age. An officer surnamed Wu then said triumphantly, “You’re exactly who we’ve been looking for. Someone who was transporting books already sold you out, and you’re the one who arranged for him to deliver the books. You’ve really got some nerve, even daring to get people to print books about believing in God. Do you really think we’ll let you off? Let me tell you something. We’ve been watching you for two months, and taken pictures of you. But I never expected you to be so stubborn! You really are just asking for trouble!” After hearing the officer’s words, I felt a wave of fear. I’d never imagined that they’d been tracking me for two months. This meant they knew everyone I’d been in contact with during that time, and I didn’t know if any other brothers and sisters had been implicated. In that moment, I could only silently pray for my brothers and sisters, asking God to protect them. Then Officer Wu asked me to identify my brothers and sisters. He mentioned several sisters’ names and asked if I knew them. I just kept saying, “I don’t know them.” He surged to his feet and slapped me several times, hitting me while cursing, “You keep saying you don’t know them, but you’re their leader! Don’t be so stubborn! Think carefully and confess honestly; otherwise, you’ll be in for a hard time!” I stayed silent. At this point, one of the officers pointed a stun baton at me and shouted, “If you don’t talk, I’ll give you a taste of what real pain is!” He then raised the stun baton and shocked me on the mouth. I was shocked so badly that my lips trembled, my whole body shook, and I involuntarily reeled back. He then shocked my jaw several more times. He also shocked the backs of my hands for about two minutes. My hands instinctively pulled back, and my body recoiled. He then stepped on my lower legs and used the stun baton to shock my feet. I was shocked so badly that my feet kicked out uncontrollably, and I screamed out in pain. My whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and my hair was soaked again. I collapsed to the ground, desperately calling out to God in my heart. I asked God to give me the will to endure this suffering. I then remembered God’s words: “No matter what God does in people, they must uphold what they themselves possess, be sincere in front of God, and remain devoted to Him to the very end. This is mankind’s duty. People must uphold that which they should do” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. You Should Maintain Your Devotion to God). God’s words gave me faith and strength once again, and I gained the determination and courage to fight against Satan to the end. I gritted my teeth and still said nothing. At that moment, a police officer walked behind me and kicked me hard in the lower back. My waist felt as if it was about to break, and a piercing pain shot through me. He then ordered me to sit in the same position again. But since I’d been sitting as they demanded for the past few days, my arms were so heavy that I truly couldn’t raise them. In a frenzy, the police officer crazily grabbed my handcuffs and violently yanked them upward. Then, he suddenly dropped them. He kept doing this and didn’t stop until he was drenched in sweat. Then, he slapped my face several times and cursed, “I don’t believe you’re made of stone. I’ll be back for you later.” My face was swollen and numb from being slapped, and my wrists had started bleeding from the handcuffs. A while later, the police began electrocuting me like before, and I was tortured to the point where I had no strength left in my body. Both of my arms felt like they had been dislocated, and the pain was unbearable. That night, several police officers took turns watching over me and wouldn’t let me sleep. They then brought some paper and a pen, and they made me write down the names and addresses of the host homes I knew. I thought to myself that I would never sell out my brothers and sisters, but I really couldn’t bear being tortured by them anymore. So I just pretended to write while holding the pen. They thought I was going to confess, so they didn’t hit me anymore that night.

On the fourth day, the police saw that I hadn’t written anything, so they made me raise both hands above my head, and didn’t allow me to rest my arms on my head or bend them. I couldn’t even hold my arms up for ten minutes before they began to ache and involuntarily pull apart. The clasps on the handcuffs dug into my flesh tightly. Less than half an hour later, my arms hurt so much that I truly couldn’t keep them up anymore. One of the officers flew into a frenzy and rushed at me, grabbing my handcuffs and yanking them up and down forcefully more than a dozen times. Every time they yanked them, all my weight would fall on my wrists. My wrists felt like they were being sliced open with a knife. I felt like I just couldn’t take it any longer. So I prayed to God in my heart, “God, I’m afraid of the torment from these demons, and I’m afraid that I might not be able to endure it and betray You. Please give me faith and strength, and protect me so I can stand firm in my testimony and humiliate Satan.” At that moment, I remembered another passage of God’s words: “Abraham offered up Isaac—what have you offered up? Job offered up everything—what have you offered up? So many people have sacrificed themselves, laying down their lives and shedding blood, in order to seek the true way. Have you paid that price?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. The Significance of Saving the Descendants of Moab). Abraham was able to give his only son back to God, and Job lost all his wealth and children, and his body became covered with sores, but he didn’t complain against God, and he was still able to praise God’s holy name. Many saints throughout history gave their lives for the gospel of God. They all had true faith in God and were able to offer everything for Him. But what had I done for God? When faced with this kind of situation, I only felt fear and dread in my heart. Compared to the saints of the past, I was nothing. This thought made me feel deeply ashamed, but at the same time, my heart was filled with strength, and I gained the faith to face the police’s torture. I prayed in my heart, “God, today I place myself in Your hands. No matter how much suffering I endure, I will stand firm in my testimony for You.” Two officers then grabbed one of my arms each, and then one officer shocked the back of my neck and my jaw with a stun baton. Then he pushed the baton into my sleeves to shock my arms. They then took a cup of water and splashed it onto my lower legs. Two officers stepped on my shinbones, and then they used the stun baton to shock my legs. I was trembling all over and crying out in pain. In the end, I didn’t even have the strength to scream, and I just collapsed to the ground. My face was drenched with a mixture of tears and sweat, as if I had just been pulled out of water. Officer Wu then yelled at me, “You’re the church leader for this area, so tell us, where is the 200,000 yuan? Who are your upper leaders? How many people in this area believe in Almighty God? Which printing press did you use for your books? You’re going to tell me everything today, or else you’re in for a world of pain!” Looking at their fierce and menacing faces, I hated these demons with all my heart! But then I thought about my current situation. There was no room for me to resist, and all I could do was just let them torture and ravage me. The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became, and I was afraid that I’d die in their hands. At that moment, I remembered a passage of God’s words: “Of everything that occurs in the universe, there is nothing in which I do not have the final say. Is there anything that is not in My hands?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. God’s Words to the Entire Universe, Chapter 1). God controls and is sovereign over everything, and whether I’d be tortured to death was in God’s hands. Without God’s permission, no matter how brutal these demons were, they couldn’t do anything to me. I had to have faith in God. I also thought about how Peter was able to be crucified upside down for God. He was able to give his life to God without reservation. He achieved submission unto death and loved God to the uttermost. Peter’s death was meaningful and valuable, and he met with God’s approval. I wanted to follow Peter’s example, and even if it meant dying, I would stand firm in my testimony for God.

At around 2 p.m., the police brought in a stack of photos and asked me to identify them one by one. I just kept saying I didn’t know any of these people. One of the police officers grabbed a folder and smacked me across the face with it. He hit me so hard that I saw stars and my head felt heavy. Then another officer came up to me and hit my face so many times that I lost count. While hitting me, he gnashed his teeth and said, “I’m going to beat that confession out of you today!” I was beaten so badly that I was bleeding from the corner of my mouth, and my lips became swollen. My head was spinning, and I just sat where I was, motionless. The officer then demanded that I sit in the same position as before, but as I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink for the last three days and had been tortured by the police, I had absolutely no strength left in my body. After holding my hands up for a while, they began to droop. The officer then took a lighter and placed the flame under my fingers, and as soon as my hands dropped, I felt a piercing pain as my fingers were burned. My hands ended up being burnt yellow, and the pain was so intense that I didn’t even have the courage to touch them. The police then told me to grip onto a stun baton with both hands, and whenever my hands drooped, they’d turn on the power and shock the palms of my hands. They shocked me about four or five times in roughly half an hour. Later, another officer brought in a bamboo rod about a foot long and the thickness of a finger and started whipping the backs of my hands as hard as he could. My hands became so swollen that they looked like steamed buns. There were deep blue marks across the backs of my hands, and blood oozed out from them. The officer then grabbed my handcuffs and violently jerked them up and down about a dozen times. The clasps of the handcuffs dug into my flesh, and blood began to flow from my wrists. He slapped my face hard while asking, “Are you finally going to confess? Where is the 200,000 yuan?” I ignored him. He was furious and grabbed the stun baton again, pushing it into my sleeves and shocking my arms. Gnashing his teeth, he said, “Let’s see how tough you really are!” I collapsed to the ground again, but then he yanked me up again and poured water onto my lower legs. Then he shoved the stun baton into the legs of my pants and shocked my legs. I was shocked so badly that my feet kicked wildly, and I couldn’t help but try and protect my legs with my hands. Flying into a rage, the officer shocked my arms, feet, and the backs of my hands repeatedly. Finally, he stomped hard on my shins several times. My shins felt like they were broken, and I screamed in agony. Only then did the police finally stop. I collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. A few officers gathered around and stared at me. While some pointed at me, mocking me, others muttered amongst themselves. I hated these demons with all my heart, but I was also terrified that they would continue to torture me. I kept calling out to God in my heart, asking Him to protect and guide me. In that moment, I thought of a church hymn I’d sung before, “I Wish to See the Day of God’s Glory”: “With God’s entrustment in my heart, I will never bend the knee to Satan. Though our heads may roll and our blood may spill, the backbones of God’s people cannot be bent. I will bear resounding testimony for God, and humiliate devils and Satan. Pain and hardships are predestined by God, and I will be loyal and submit to Him unto death. Never again will I cause God to weep or worry. I will offer up my love and loyalty to God and complete my mission to glorify Him” (Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs). The more I sang in my heart, the stronger I felt. No matter how the police tortured me next, even if I were crippled or killed, I would never betray God, and I would resolutely stand firm in my testimony for God.

On the fifth night, Officer Wu brought some paper and a pen again, and he told me to write down the answers to their questions on the paper. He also said, “Write it clearly before dawn, or you’ll be spending the rest of your days with the stun baton!” Having not rested for five days, I kept dozing off as I sat there. One of the officers made me stand up to stay alert, and whenever I closed my eyes, they’d shout at me or strike the chair with a stun baton. I was extremely tense, and every strike terrified me. I stood there swaying, feeling like my head had been completely hollowed out. I was seeing double, my consciousness was very blurry, and I couldn’t hear the police’s questions clearly, and no matter what they asked, I’d just answer “Yes.” I was terrified of being manipulated by the police, so I pinched myself hard on the philtrum and between my thumb and index finger, trying as hard as I could to stay awake. At the same time, I was constantly calling out to God in my heart, “God! I can’t control myself anymore. I’m terrified that I’ll slip up and sell out my brothers and sisters. Please open up a path for me.” After a while, I saw that the police officers guarding me had all slumped over and fallen asleep. I realized that this was God opening a path for me, and I decided to escape. So I slowly began to edge toward the door, and before long, I was at the door. I carefully opened the door and went downstairs, afraid of making any noise that would wake the police. My heart almost jumped out of my throat as I did this. Once outside, I ran desperately toward an alley. Having gone without food, water, or sleep for five days and nights, plus the brutal torture from the police, my physical strength was severely depleted, and after a few steps, my legs weakened and almost gave out, but out of fear that the police would catch up, I forced myself to keep running. I staggered on, not knowing how many alleys or streets I crossed, until eventually I arrived at a courtyard where a house was being built. That night, as it was raining, I lay prone in a corner in a pile of junk and covered myself with a heap of grass. I was freezing and shivering all over in the rain. At that moment, I heard the police chasing me shout, “If we catch her, even if we don’t kill her, we will skin her!” The police’s shouting filled me with fear and I didn’t know what to do. I kept calling out to God in my heart, “God! What should I do? God! Please protect me.” I held my breath and lay completely still, prone. After a while, the area gradually quieted down again, and the tension in my heart finally eased.

Around 2 a.m., I heard no sounds around me, so I finally dared to come out. After a few complications, I found the home of an elderly sister. Seeing that I was covered in injuries, the sister hurried to boil hot water for me to bathe, and then she brought me a steaming bowl of egg noodles to eat. I knew this was all God’s love, and I was so moved that I broke down in tears, and I couldn’t stop crying. I kept thanking God in my heart. Later, the sister bought a small hacksaw, and after more than two hours of sawing, she finally managed to cut off my handcuffs. When the handcuffs finally broke, the sister held my wrists with both hands, crying with sympathy. The wounds on my wrists took over two months to heal. After five days on end of no sleep, I developed a migraine and tinnitus. After being shocked so many times with a stun baton, I became terrified of electricity. I don’t dare touch the plugs of any electrical appliances at home, as the slightest touch gives me the illusion that an electric current is flowing into my hand.

During this time I was arrested, I lost count of how many times I was electrocuted, and whenever I was tortured, in pain, or feeling weak, I’d call out to God and pray in my heart. It was God’s words that gave me faith and strength. I saw the authority of God’s words and experienced God’s love and protection for me, and my faith in God became even stronger. At the same time, through all this torture, I also came to see clearly the CCP’s devilish essence of hating God and resisting God. It is a living demon that devours people’s souls and tortures their bodies. I came to reject and rebel against it from the bottom of my heart, and I became more determined than ever to follow God to the very end!