I’ve wondered in recent years what people meant when they said that Christians were being persecuted in China. After all we in the Christian circle are just as susceptible as everyone else to sensationalizing when its advantageous and forgetting when its not.

Recently I talked to a guy, an American around my age, who witnessed and heard stories of persecution from the Chinese government towards followers of Christ. I cannot say with absolute certainty but his story led me to believe the persecution was caused solely because they were active followers and disciples of Jesus Christ the Son of God The Father.

The guy’s story went like this:

“I was in seminary in the United States and was asked if I’d be interested in teaching a few classes in mainland China to the Christians there on a short-term trip over my summer break. After getting the okay that I could bring a friend, a fellow seminarian, I agreed.

After submitting to the organizers the list of classes I was interested in teaching they changed there plans for me. They had originally wanted me to go to China’s cities. Knowing that I wanted to teach more academic, theological classes they informed me that they wanted me to go into rural China and teach the Chinese evangelists.

I was shortly to learn that 80% of these evangelists are women. They live simple lives traveling all across China. They arrive at a believers house, eat and sleep there and evangelize the people that the host family deems safe enough to bring over and hear the Gospel message. When its time to go they’ll be given enough money to get them to the next stop. One interesting part of these evangelist’s lives is that they use there shoes as a pillow. If the police come in the night they have to be ready to run.

Arriving in China my friend and I met up with the woman who would travel with us and act as our translator. We set out on a tour of China I couldn’t repeat on my own in a million years. Traveling by car, boat, train, pick-up truck, over mountains & streams, through cities and into villages where I wondered if I was the first foreigner to have seen the place.

When my friend and I would arrive at a believers house we’d rest. Over the course of the next twelve hours or so up to fifty Chinese evangelists would arrive as well. Once we were all there these evangelists would sit listening and taking notes for seven hours a day as my friend and I answered their questions and taught them from the Bible for a week. Before classes began in the morning they would pray for three hours and then after classes read their Bibles and pray for another hour before going to bed. I’m really not sure who learned more from whom. When the week was up the evangelists would set out and we would be off to do it again somewhere else. Mind you we were in the countryside. This wasn’t in Shanghai or Beijing and these evangelists would travel everywhere. In fact, one day while traveling to another house on a riverboat I recognized one of the evangelists we had taught a few weeks before.

My friend and I were teaching one day and into the house busted a group of around thirty policemen. My translator tried to help us escape but the three of us, my friend, our translator, and I, were taken to the police station. The Chinese evangelists were taken to jail.

For the next seven hours the police had us sit in the station, and periodically interrogated us. ‘Who organized this? What are your names? Why are you here? You’ve broken the law because you have to register when you come to town.’ We explained to them that we had only been in town for half-a-day (which was true) and had 48 hours to register (also true). We said we would not be giving them our names because they had nothing to charge us with. We said we wanted our passports to show them we were Americans (during the bust-in we showed our passports to the police chief but then they were taken along with our bags by the police who were holding them at the station) but they wouldn’t give them to us communicating quite clearly that they didn’t want to “know” we were Americans. We told them we wanted their names because we would be filing complaints in Beijing because of their misconduct and for unlawfully holding us. Finally their fear got the better of them and let the three of us go with our stuff. We had ended up giving them our names but I don’t think we ever got theirs.

While we were allowed to go the Chinese evangelists remained in jail for the next several weeks. They were beaten, and tortured by various means, including having their faces and arms burnt with cigarettes, as well as needles stuck in their wrists. One of them, an adorable friend of mine, was beaten with specially-designed bamboo rods. The woman who was the owner of the home in which we were arrested was repeatedly beaten, including having her head beat against the wall by a prison chair. Her home was also ransacked and her money and books confiscated.

Back in Beijing I went to the US embassy. I told them I wanted to report abuse and did so. Also, I learned that some of the Chinese evangelists who had been upstairs when the police busted in had escaped through the windows and had already gotten word back to the United States about the incident. Before I even left China WORLD magazine had written the story up. I wasn’t happy that they hadn’t waited for me to depart first. The Voice of the Martyrs magazine ran the story as well but thankfully it was after I was back in the United States.

My translator and many of the evangelists we had taught were part of a denomination particularly targeted by the Chinese government. I had learned this sometime before my trip to China at a Voice of the Martyrs conference in Texas. One of the speakers, a woman from this same denomination shared her own story with me over lunch. She told me how screws had been screwed into her thumbs by interrogators. While this woman was being tortured she audibly prayed for her torturer who had to stop and leave the room. Good really does overcome evil.

As I was preparing to leave China my translator confided in me. She asked me not to tell Christians in the United States of the persecution we had experienced together in China. I asked her why? ‘Because this is our burden, this is a Chinese burden and if you tell them they might not come.’ I told her that the people who wouldn’t come after hearing of this Chinese burden wouldn’t be the sort of people that should go in the first place.”

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This first-hand account told to me over coffee makes me think that the persecution of the family of God in the People’s Republic of China is real and furthermore current. I feel a desire to be an advocate for my Chinese brothers, to tell my government they shouldn’t turn a blind eye towards China’s evilness any longer. I feel a desire to support these Chinese evangelists in prayer, finances, and education.

Dear Lord help me turn these desires into actions.

If are interested in reading the prayer letter this guy wrote after returning from China to the supporters of his trip let me know. I’ve tried to write up the account as he told it to me but there is nothing better than the horse’s mouth.

 

Back in the throes of midterms already. Its unbelievable! I just started the new semester and we’re already half way through?

This year Emily and I filed our taxes online. It was sort of funny because last year we filed having worked for a half-a-year before leaving for Taiwan. This year has been completely work-free except for a few months in the summer and it showed on line 37. It was weird/cool to look at last year’s return compared to this year’s and realize anew just how sweet God has been to give us these scholarships. His provision is there even though it looks different and can’t be seen in our AGI.

Speaking of working, this summer we are faced with a dilemma. We figured jobs would be scarce so we opted to find airfare money in rows and rows of seed-corn while we are home this summer. My dad was gracious enough to sign us up with a detassling crew but we are still unsure if we’ve been hired because so many people have asked for the same honor, even though its a hot, sticky, dirty, and tiring honor. Hopefully we’ll be selected. If not I don’t know what we’ll do to replenish what we’ve given Malayasia Airline for the chance to ride in their airplane to the USA and back. On the other hand, maybe its just a case of His provision being there but just looking different? So different that I don’t recognize it yet.

Here at Taiwaneers.com we’ve added advertising to our website. You’ll notice in the right-sidebar there are now two ads from Google. They are part of Google’s AdSense program. I really like AdSense’s business model and while having ads isn’t what this website is about I think the way Google places ads that are geared for their audience is a great advancement in advertising. Wouldn’t it be nice if all advertisers would stick to telling us about things that we actually show some interest in? Everytime somone clicks on one of the Google ads on our site we get a little cha-ching. Pretty cool huh? With that in mind please feel free to click away.

Last Sunday Jerry, one of my Taiwanese classmates, came to church with me. He had never been to church before and it was really fun to hear his impressions. You can pray for him. He’s been raised Buddhist but doesn’t really feel like that was his choice and is trying to figure out what is his choice. Tough stuff to deal with while trying to ace exams. He’s a really, really cool guy and definitely a thinker. I’m looking forward to this opportunity to help each other grow.

My computer has been sick. It goes incredibly slow to do any task but when I check the CPU usage its at normal levels. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Its getting to the point where I’ve backed everything up and am preparing for drastic measures.

The Nonsense Shirts Store is still lots of fun. We’ve sold five shirts so far and I have to say each sale is exhilerating. Right now we’re adding new inventory and I’ve been talking to folks in the manufacturing process. If things work out we might be able to offer custom shirts and multiple quantities and sizes of each design! Needless to say these developments do not hamper my enthusiasm.

 

Hey all.
We got a chance to spend yet another fabulous weekend with Sandy, and loved every minute! We’ve been helping her in Taipei for the last few weekends, finding foreigners to fill out a survey for her master’s study, and Taroko Gorge was her last stop. Of COURSE we had no problem coming with her again! We’d heard only breathtaking accounts about the scenery there, and despite other plans to come before, had never made the long, 5-hour trip down from Taipei. Plus we’ll take any chance we get to spend time with such a wonderful woman. Wish you could all meet her :)

Highlights:
~Driving down the East Coast of Taiwan: there’s only one road from Taipei…seriously, just one…so added to the danger of driving on the narrow, curvy, seaside cliff is having to pass all the slow trucks. wee! Also lots of tunnels.
~Sandy’s frequent stops to get surveys (another survey, for a classmate) from Taiwanese on bikes. We made a few friends on the road, and kept bumping into them later, which was fun :)
~Stopping at a wharf to eat that day’s fresh sashimi and fish ball soup. Oh, and watching Michael almost lose his head due to consuming an unusually large amount of wasabi!
~An hour at the Seven Star beach, which was long and covered in beautifully smooth rocks.
~Perusing Hualien City at night, and eating all the special things they have there. YUM.
~Meeting our host for the next few nights, a friend of Sandy’s. He taught me a few jokes in Chinese. A crack-up!
~Entering Taroko gorge the next day…I was blown away at first, but then it kept getting more and more incredible!
~Walking down the Tunnel of Nine Turns. I now know why that’s the picture they put on every postcard. Unbelievable.
~Enlisting the help of a stranger, because Sandy left her headlights on and needed a jump! ha!
~Spending the evening with the Aboriginal family of our host. We “shucked” freshly cut bamboo tips for the soup, caught a chicken, bathed in a natural hot spring, ate a really yummy aboriginal-style dinner with all local ingredients, learned how to pour tea properly, and generally had a marvelous time. I feel like I know Taiwan a little better now.
~Sleeping like a rock Saturday night.
~Breakfast with our hosts at a local breakfast joint that was CRAZY! They made special dumplings, and when a fresh batch came out of the oven, look out! People crowded around and grabbed what they wanted until they were all gone. Very yummy.
~Bumping into a friend from school and her family, just as we were leaving Taroko at the end of the second day. What are the chances?
~Driving back home…lots of car crashes…sleeping…joking…eating…and saying goodbye to lovely Sandy!

Notice how there were a ton of highlights? It was such a good 3 days. Thank you Sandy for your love and friendship! Thank you God for making such a magnificent place!

Emily

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