FIA 18
Safely Through the Storm!
MY life as a Disciple of Jesus in Communist China! -- Part Three
By Becky

November 1997

Table of Content
         Spiritual Survival - Alone!      3
         Keeping in Touch with Becky      3
         Life with Grandpa Was Our Sample!        4
         The Angelic Book Dealer!         5
         Public School or Home School?    6
         How We Witnessed         7
         Our Story on American Television!        9
         "Is the Family Real?"    10
         Kiddie Viddies on Chinese TV!    10
         More about My Marriage   10
         Winning Back My Parents  11
         Tiananmen Square Massacre        12
         Diagnosed with Leukemia!         13
         My Near-Death Experience!        14
         "Mission of Love!"       16
         Miracles to Get Us out of China  16
         The Lord Intervenes at the Japanese Embassy!     17
         The Last Hurdles         18
         The Last Step    19
         My Parents Come to Know the Lord!        21
         Becky's New Life in Japan        21
         A Postscript from Becky!         22
         My Ministries in His Service     22
         Working for the China Mail Ministry      24

Spiritual Survival - Alone!
         After the Family members had been kicked out of the country, we were alone. We had no Letters, no tapes, but thank God we got our Bible back. We didn't know what to do. We needed help, somebody to talk to, but there was no one. How should we teach our children? We didn't have any books, and we wanted to teach them the Family way, but were not sure how.
         I remembered once I had said to a sister, "I can't imagine what would happen if you all left. How I would teach them?" I never realized how serious that question was at the time, because I was half-joking.
         She smiled and said, "God knows. God will help you."
         So we had to face our loneliness. We had to face the fact that we were alone. If we didn't want to backslide, we had to keep going, whether we liked our situation or not.
         Thank the Lord, the Family got back in touch with us through the mail and we got a lot of encouragement and ideas from them. We couldn't write in detail and we had to be security-minded and sometimes hide the meaning in different words, because we were still being watched and bothered by the police at that time. But at least we could get spiritual help and feeding however the Lord supplied. God bless those who wrote to us and prayed for us so faithfully, especially Chinese Mercy who shepherded me those six long years, through the mail. Thank you, Mercy! I would have never made it without you! Every piece of mail and package we got was a victory!
         For their spiritual welfare, we decided to teach our children English instead of Chinese. That way they would be able to read the Family books if we could be with the Family again. Also we knew it would shield them: If they didn't understand Chinese, they wouldn't be able to understand what others said and wouldn't get influenced by them. At least that was my thought.
         I had to ask God desperately to improve my English so that I could teach them. It was really funny, because until Rainbow was three, Maria was two, and Snow was one, they couldn't understand Chinese! If some Chinese people wanted to talk to them, they had to ask me to translate. In this way, we were able to filter out things that we didn't want them to hear.
         Some of my friends said to me, "You put them in a bubble where they live without any negative influence. But what if one day your vacuum bubble is broken, then what can they do? They won't have any resistance. You're too much of an idealist." But I told them that I believed the Lord would not let them face the world until they were strong enough in faith to take it.
         Before the persecution, Rainbow had already learned some Bible verses and gotten some Family training. So I started to write down verses in their notebooks to teach the children both Bible verses and English words. They learned a lot from that.
         After a few months, I received our first Family book, Life with Grandpa, Volume One, from the Family. That was a great help for us! So we started to read this with them and I picked out many quotes from this book to make a quote book for them.
         When Rainbow was about two and half years old, she knew all of her verses. Then she started to teach Maria while I was busy, and I used the same book to teach Rainbow writing. She started to write things like, "G o d I s L o v e," etc. Later the Family sent us some copies of Food for Fighters and they started to memorize that.
         Because all of our tapes had been confiscated, I tried to make some tapes myself. I read some Bible verses, Daily Mights, and other stories in English to help them to memorize and to remember the verses.

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Keeping in Touch with Becky
From Abe and his Chinese wife, Mercy
         After the Family had to leave China because of persecution in 1986, we kept in touch with Becky and others there through the mail for more than six years. Since Becky had just come out of jail and was still under surveillance, we had to be very careful what lit we sent her. From time to time when Becky needed more meaty counsel and encouragement, Mercy would copy Letters by hand and send them to her in the form of personal letters.
         During those years, this ministry of the mail was not an official ministry, so sometimes when the Home could not provide scheduled time for her, Mercy would often write on her rest days or get up early in the mornings before everybody else to do it. Many times we would shop around for different items and school supplies she needed and make up packages to send to her.
         There were some really trying times for Becky, and it was only the Word, and her deep love for Jesus and the Family that kept her, along with whatever encouragement and counsel we could send her. Most of the time she was just on her own, since her mate was not as dedicated as she was, and she carried the whole load of teaching and training the children.
         So besides all the tremendous lessons and miracles that the Lord did for Becky, He was also teaching us about the importance of being faithful to our brethren who are in difficult situations, to really lay down our lives and keep feeding them and strengthening them.
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Life with Grandpa Was Our Sample!
         It was also very important that we prayed together, read together and had communion together. So our children learned how to pray and ask God for help, how to confess and ask for forgiveness and also they learned how to rebuke the Devil and the bad spirits. We tried to follow the standard from the Life with Grandpa, as that was the only sample we had of Family life.
         We were not sure if we did it exactly the Family way or not, but we tried our best to follow the standard. We knew that we might be making many mistakes, but God was very forgiving and merciful to us. He didn't reproach us for what we did wrong.
         God didn't forget us, but He did many miracles, and later we got other books, such as other Life with Grandpa volumes, Kidz Mops and Kidz True Komix. All the mail had to go through customs, but by a miracle the inspectors let the books pass.
         By the time Rainbow was three, Maria was two, and Snow was one, our home schooling got more serious and regular. Some Ladybird reading books I had received from the Family were a big help to us, and the kids learned to read English through them. But we didn't have a good English Bible, like the King James Version, or a children's Bible. So we prayed that somehow we could get a Bible or even Bible stories, because the children were getting older and they needed to learn the Bible.

The Angelic Book Dealer!
         When Rainbow was almost four years old, I heard that a big international book fair opened in Beijing. I took her to the book fair, as I knew that there were some Bible books in the Ladybird series. We got information from them about an agency they had in Beijing, where I went with Rainbow a few days later. While we were looking around, an older man came up to us. He was very kind and surprised when he found out that Rainbow was learning English, and he really wanted to help. When he found out that we wanted some Ladybird Bible books, he took us to the right person.
         However, they told us that it was impossible to import the Bible stories. We were disappointed, but we still prayed, because we didn't know any other way to get them. I told him that I was a Christian and that I wanted to teach my children, so I needed the books very badly. When he heard all of this, he said, "OK, because of your faith, I will give you special treatment! I'll ask somebody to help you to get these books in an official way. Don't say you are getting the books for yourself. We can say we're getting the books for some library."
         So this old man took me to a special section and all the books which I needed were on their ordering list! The problem was that if I wanted to order them, I needed to pay in foreign currency. But the old man said, "Don't worry about the money. You can just pay with Chinese money." That was really special!
         We ordered the books and they told me that I would have to wait about a month, because they had to send the books from England. During that month, I kept praying for those books every day -- that the Lord would protect them and they would come to China safely.
         About a month later, I got a call from the company and I was able to pick up the books. When I went to pick up the books with Rainbow, the older man was not there; we met a young lady instead. Before I asked her anything, she smiled at us and said, "I know you are Christian!" I was very surprised. She had never met me before, so how could she know that I was a Christian?
         I asked her if she had heard from the older man, and where he was. She said that she had never met him and she didn't know him at all. I was even more puzzled. I asked, "Then how could you tell that I am a Christian?"
         She smiled and said, "From all the books you ordered. If you were not a Christian, you would not buy them." At that time, I was praying that she was not sent by the government to confiscate my books. I tried to be calm and smile at her. She said, "I'm a Christian too!"
         "Thank the Lord!" I said. I was so relieved!
         The books I picked up filled two bags. I had Rainbow with me and I had to walk for about twenty minutes to get to the bus stop. I was trying to figure out how we could do it, because I could hardly carry even one bag. It seemed that the young lady knew what I was thinking. She said to me, "I can help you get to the bus." So she helped us to carry the books and walked us to the bus stop. She waved at us and said "Bye" when the bus left. I was so happy! It was like God had arranged everything.
         After I picked up my books, I tried to phone the people who had helped me, but nobody knew where they were or where they had gone! When I heard that, I guessed that they must have been angels who were sent by God to help me.
         Every day, after we had breakfast, we prayed together and read some Bible stories or Grandpa stories. At that time, when Rainbow was about four, she could read by herself, so she also could help me read to Maria and Snow.
         As the girls learned to read and could read most of the Family books, that was a big step for them to walk the Family way. Of course they couldn't understand everything in the beginning, but they kept on reading and their faith in God increased.

Public School or Home School?
         Later we also started to teach the children Chinese. When Rainbow was six years old, we were faced with the decision whether she should go to public school or not. The government would not allow a child to stay at home after the age of six. If you kept the child at home, you would be breaking the law.
         What should I do? In my heart, I knew the answer, that she shouldn't go to the Communist System school. But when I got my eyes on the burden and responsibility of teaching the children and when I looked at my daily life, I tried to find all kinds of excuses to send them to the government school. I would say to myself, "It's not your fault, you are too weak and you are alone. If you send them to school, it will be easier. Maybe we can just pray and ask God to protect them in school." I knew for sure that I should keep them at home, but I couldn't handle the pressure of it.
         Sometimes I would dream of living with the Family, where I could work together with others who also wanted God's will. But that was just my dream. When I faced the facts of my own situation, I had to tell myself not to think about that, but to think about the present.
         When I wrote to the Family about my trial, they told me to keep my eyes on the Lord -- to look up, not look down, and to keep fighting! They understood what I was going through and they gave me a lot of encouragement. Every time they wrote to me, they told me that I was doing a good job.
         Through a series of events that I will explain later, my parents were won by the Lord's love after my three girls were born. They got very touched by the love of the Lord through the girls. They saw how we taught them God's ways, they saw the Godly fruits, and they started to understand that I hadn't just "fooled around" with some foreigners, but that I meant what I believed. They started to be very sweet to us and helped us in many ways. My brother was touched by the Lord's love, too, and forgave us for that fight, even though he had suffered a coma for a long time. He loved my girls a lot, did many sweet things for them, and often came to help me too. Thank the Lord for His mercy and forgiveness!
         So my family really liked the children and through them started to understand my beliefs more and more. My parents told me: "No matter what kind of decision you make, one thing you need to think about is the children. We know you don't want to send your children to Chinese school, but do you have enough faith to educate them until they are grown up? We were wondering about this.
         "But we're also wondering if it's best to send them to school or not, because they are so pure and their beliefs are totally different from others'. If you send Rainbow to school, she will get confused about what she should believe. So we're not sure! You need to make a good decision."
         When they said that, I felt like the Lord was speaking to me through them, and I realized what I should do. Sending Rainbow to school would be the worst thing, because like my parents said, she would get confused. The school would destroy all my work, all she had already learned. So no matter how hard it would be later and no matter whether I had the strength or not or the faith or not, I knew I must carry on to teach her at home.
         Soon after that, the Family counseled me to get a set of regular first-grade school books both in English and Chinese, and teach Rainbow the basics, in case the government would give the children a test or in case they would try to find some fault to use against us. So I kept Rainbow on the same level as the local government school in subjects like Chinese, math, etc.
         It was big news in our area that I didn't send Rainbow to school! People knew that my children could read very well and had good early training, but they wondered how long I would be able to carry on.
         Sometimes we were asked by local officials why we didn't send the kids to school. I just told them very politely, "Because my children have been learning English for many years and they can read very well. Compared with the average Chinese adult, their English is much better." That was a good reason and they knew that compared with the Chinese children, my girls' standard was much higher.
         The officials would ask, "Well, what about their future?"
         I said, "Now is not the future, but I can promise you that at least I can teach them for three years or so without any problems." I had to talk quite boldly, even when I was weak. But every time, when I was asked, God would strengthen me to talk to them.

How We Witnessed
         When we came out of prison, both the police and the government already knew what we believed. So we just stayed very open about it. After our release the police would come to our home regularly, to see what we were doing. But God was with us and protected us. If we kept on telling the truth, if we didn't hide what we believed, we knew it was a powerful, positive witness even for our enemies.
         We felt very free for Jesus, like we had the freedom to keep witnessing, even though we were under their watchful eye. That was what I had told them in the prison, and they knew that. If I had changed my beliefs or my mind or even acted out my faith in secret, they would have thought it was strange. They would have thought that deep inside I thought I was wrong. So, we just did it in a positive way. God helped us. God gave us the strength and protection.
         For our friends and those interested in the Lord, it was a blessing that they could hear something about Jesus, something different than communism. After I had my third child, many people were very interested. They wanted to know what was happening with us, why we were having a third baby and defying the authorities.
         Whenever they asked, the first thing we would say was, "We believe in God and these are God's children." It was very easy to bring people to the point of telling them about God and about Jesus. If they were interested in the Lord, they would ask more and we could tell them all about God's love and the miracles He had done for us.
         Many visited us, and God gave us a lot of chances to witness to them and explain. Many people told me, "Whenever we stop by your home, we feel something very different, a kind of power -- not only the atmosphere, but the power, which we've never felt in any other place."
         I told them, "If you feel it, it must be from God! Because we don't have any power, we just believe in God! But He has great and mighty power!"
         One girl said to me after she had prayed, "It's so nice -- so peaceful and wonderful."
         As our children got older, when we took them out they were a big attraction for the people! At that time, I understood why the Lord made Snow so big. She was bigger than average for her age, so people would think that she was older than she really was; but Rainbow used to be very thin for her age. So if people didn't look carefully, the three of them were about the same size. So the Lord showed us an idea, a way we could be a witness. I began to always dress them in the same clothes, and wherever we went, people would look at us and think they were triplets. (In China, having twins or triplets is acceptable as long as you are just pregnant once. The government cannot lawfully kill one or two of them once they are born alive.)
         People loved them! Sometimes we would get a big crowd. So we had a lot of people to talk to, and if we found somebody who was very receptive, we would go ahead and tell them that they were different ages. This would always shock them; it was very hard for them to believe. They would ask us questions about it and it was very easy to bring God into the picture with our answers and tell of the miracles that God had done with us.
         The Lord also used my "triplets" to win so many officials. When we went through some of the toughest places, the Lord would always use the "triplets" to entertain (and distract) the officials. The girls would smile and wave at them and would say, "I love you!" and blow kisses to them. The officials loved these three "triplets" and would be touched by them and say, "Oh, they are so cute!" Sometimes they would forget whatever unpleasant business they had intended. The Lord protected us so many times this way. Thank the Lord!
         Quite a few people approached me to teach their children English and some wanted to improve their own, so we started an English class in our home. When the young children came to learn English, the parents usually came with them. I would teach them Family songs, rhymes or even verses. They liked it, both the children and the adults. I taught them from Family materials like, "Change the World," Christmas stories or Bible stories or even Dad's Letters. Most people who came to these classes were quite receptive.
         I remember one Christmas Eve I read the story of baby Jesus and other Christmas stories to my English students. They really liked it! After class, about 10 people prayed with me to receive Jesus.

Our Story on American Television!
         One day the hospital where Snow was born phoned me and told me that some people from NBC television wanted to see me because of my third pregnancy. The hospital explained that NBC and Chinese television had a contract to make a long series about the changing face of China. This series would be broadcast during breakfast time in the U.S. The Chinese government wanted to use this chance to tell the people in the U.S. about the changes that had happened in China since the Cultural Revolution.
         The Americans had quite a bit of freedom in choosing the material for this program and so they wanted to do one segment about China's "One Child Policy." NBC wanted to find someone who had given birth to a second child and received punishment from the government. They could only find people in the countryside with a second child, where the farmers sometimes have another child to have help on the farm or to have a son. But the Americans wanted somebody from the city with a certain amount of education, or maybe even a Christian, but they couldn't find the right person.
         Suddenly they got the idea of asking the hospitals, because of their birth records. That's how they found out about me. When NBC heard that I had three children and was a Christian on top of that, they were very interested and wanted to see me immediately.
         When I first talked with NBC, the lady repeated many times that they really wanted to know what would happen to the Christians in China if they had more than one child. According to their knowledge, even Christians had to obey the government and have an abortion. I told her I wanted to think about it. So Michael and I prayed and felt that the Lord, Who had protected us before, would do it now again!
         The next day NBC came and took us out to do the interview. We told them the whole story and what God had done for us, how many miracles had happened, from the second child to the third. We told them how my second child had been sold and how we got her back and how God protected us through the third pregnancy. At the end of the interview, the Americans were deeply touched.
         The lady said, "Now we know that there are still Christians in China. We thought there weren't, as we could hardly find any. Now we have found you and heard about everything that you've gone through. We don't want to get you into any more trouble, but we would like to tell the world that you still can find Christians in a country with such strict birth control, who had the faith to have their second and even third child."
         They also told us that the producer of the show had decided to change the content from being rather negative on the Chinese government to a more positive standpoint, simply giving my story and testimony. They promised to do their best to protect us from any reprisals by the government.
         One year later, surprisingly, Chinese central television broadcast the whole series, called "Changing China," including the part about us, even though they cut quite a bit from my story. Many people watched it. They introduced us as Christians and explained why we had all of our babies.
         After the program we received some mail from people who had seen us on TV. So obviously God used this chance to get out His message to millions of people and we didn't get into any trouble afterwards. Praise the Lord!

         "Is the Family Real?"
         When Rainbow was five, Maria was four and Snow was three, they started to learn how to sing songs from the Family's children's tapes. We really wanted them to see more of the Family's children. Sometimes they would ask me, "Mommy, is the Life with Grandpa true? Are they real?" "Is Grandpa a real grandpa? Where is he?" "Why can't we visit him?" "Are the Family children real?" I told them that they were real. The reason that we couldn't visit Grandpa was that he was living in a far, faraway country. But it was very hard for them to imagine. I didn't want them to lose their faith or feel that the Family only existed in books.
         We prayed that we could get some videos of the Family and God answered us! We got some money from the Family, and bought a video player and we got our very first tape, "Christmas Joy!" That was a miracle. The children were thrilled. They were so happy -- you couldn't imagine. I was so happy too, that I had to cry. We felt that we were getting closer and closer to the Family and that we weren't so far away anymore.
         The kids liked to learn the songs from the videos and perform them for friends and visitors. They knew that that was a way of showing love. Our children won many of their little friends to the Lord, those who were learning English at our home. We taught songs from the Kiddie Viddie videos to the neighborhood children and copied many tapes for them.

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Kiddie Viddies on Chinese TV! By Abe
         There is a friend of the Family in Taiwan who works as a film producer for a Hong Kong TV company. This TV company was responsible for the programming of a certain section of central China television's program schedule. In 1991 this friend offered to introduce some Kiddie Viddies to his company. Our friend chose certain non-religious songs, which were consequently broadcast on Central China Television.
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Kiddie Viddies on Chinese TV!
         One day I was working in the kitchen, when suddenly I heard my children shouting. They were jumping and clapping their hands. I ran into the room and saw that the Kiddie Viddie songs were on one of the main stations of Chinese television! That was amazing! We couldn't imagine how God did it, how He got through all the difficulties and got these songs on the air.
         We were so, so excited to see that! They showed "Keep Clean" and "You Can Share My Love." A few days later we saw another song. It was "My Mommy Is Having a Baby!" It was such an encouragement to us that if God wants something done, He can just do it, no matter how tough the situation is!

More about My Marriage
                  I'd like to explain a little more about my marriage to Michael. After the birth of my third daughter, we were very busy with our three young children, all of whom were still in diapers. There was nobody to help us or counsel us, and besides the big workload, we were also very much dependent on the support our dear Family sent us. This taught us a lot about faith and trust, because sometimes the money wouldn't come through or it would be delayed.
         I think because we didn't have so much spiritual guidance and oversight and also very little Word, we started to have different views and ideas about our problems and situations, until it became more and more difficult to communicate. At one point, Michael left me and the children for a while. Things didn't work out for him in the other situation, though, and he came back to us. We lived together for another two years, but we didn't communicate so much during that time and we pretty much decided to "agree to disagree."
         I must say that it was not only his fault that our marriage became like that; I was responsible too. I feel it happened because we didn't have enough Word to fill up on, and to measure our opinions against. We also lacked the benefit of shepherd-ing and Godly counsel.
         We had been trying to leave China for about four years, but we never got permission to leave since we had both been in prison. When Michael left me and the three girls, I thought that he would never come back to us again. I didn't know how we could live, so I asked the Family for help one more time, to help us with the papers for the three girls and me to leave China. By God's grace and through many miracles, we finally left China (I will explain more about this later). Around the time our paperwork was being finished, Michael came back home to us. To make it possible for my children to remain outside of China, we divorced after I came to Japan.
         After I left, we wrote to each other and shared the lessons we learned about the past. We also confessed our mistakes and sought each other's forgiveness. We have better communication now than while we were still married. Thank the Lord, we are still good friends. He is still serving the Lord very faithfully in China! Please pray for him. Thank you!

Winning Back My Parents
         I explained earlier that my parents had a change of heart. Let me backtrack a bit, to about a year after I got out of prison, and explain more about how they became very sweet and supportive. As you know, my parents were faithful communists. Because of all the things that had happened to me, our ties had been cut for a number of years and I never saw them and they were very upset with me. So after I got out of prison, I felt that I should make an effort to help them understand and see if they would change their mind about things.
         So one day when Rainbow was three and Maria was two years old, I took them by faith to visit my parents. I thought that the worst thing that could happen would be that they would not open the door for me. I asked the Lord to be with me. My parents had no idea that I would come; I knocked on the door by faith. When they opened the door, they were shocked. I had prayed that they wouldn't shut the door in my face, and they didn't.
         When they heard the kids calling them "Grandpa" and "Granny," they were very touched. They had never seen the children. The girls hugged them and kissed them, told them that they loved them, sang for them, and my parents were deeply moved. Since that day, my parents accepted us and started to change.
         One day, I heard my father wasn't feeling so well, so I took Rainbow to see him. Rainbow saw that her grandpa was in bed. She went to him and said that she would pray for him. She said that Jesus would heal my father if she asked Him to. After Rainbow prayed, she said "Amen." Then she said to my father, "Grandpa, say 'Amen'!"
         I wasn't expecting Rainbow to pray for him and ask him to say "Amen." She didn't know that she was asking that of a military officer who had been a Communist Party member and atheist all his life!
         I was wondering what my father would say to this little girl who prayed for him with her whole heart. Rainbow was waiting. She looked at my father and me. I knew that she was trying to figure out if my father had understood her. She was expecting me to translate for her, in case Grandpa didn't catch what she had said. (My father is highly educated, though, and he understands English.)
         After a little pause, even before I explained her prayer to my father, to my surprise he said "Amen!" Rainbow was very happy and climbed on his bed to rub his back. My father was in tears. I thanked the Lord for what had happened. That was the first time my father acknowledged my beliefs.
         After the Tiananmen Square Massacre in 1989, my parents were really broken, especially my father. He had given his whole life to communism and had served in the military for decades. But he never thought that the army would shoot their own people. I could feel that his beliefs were really shaken, even though he didn't say it. He didn't want to say it, not only because of his pride, but because communism had been his whole life. It was so hard for him to face the facts, but inside he was so disappointed.
         That's why he turned more and more to us. He could understand us and he had seen so many miracles with us. We tried our best to witness to him, to help him change, and he really did, even though he had not confessed Jesus out loud at that time.
         One day my father told me, "Now I can understand Christians more and more. They are good people, not like what I've heard before. When I see the children, the people who believe, I feel like now I can understand them." I was so surprised that my father would tell me this.
         God also changed my brother through my children. In recent years he has helped us a lot. One important thing he did was in trying to help us get passports so that we could leave the country. Most of his classmates in college were working for the police. We had tried several times to get passports, but because of our records, we couldn't. But God worked it out through my brother and his classmates.
         My brother really loved the children and they loved him too. After a while, he left China and went to Australia to study. The loneliness he experienced there made him turn more and more to the Lord. He wrote to my parents and said that he was starting to pray, and asking God for protection. My parents told me, "See! Now you've got another believer!"
         The latest update is that the Australian government has granted immigrant status for some but not all of the Chinese students, who left China after the Tiananmen Massacre a few years ago. My brother, who had been waiting for this day for five years, was included in this batch of students who were permitted to stay. He wrote me: "When I heard this news, all I could think of and all I could say was: 'Thank God!' I also wanted to thank you and your Christian brethren for praying for me so faithfully. Some of my friends were wondering why all I can think of is to thank God? I told them that it is God Who has granted our prayers! Praise the Lord!"

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Tiananmen Square Massacre
         On June 3-4, 1989, Chinese army troops in tanks and armored personnel carriers attacked pro-democracy protesters who had been camped in Beijing's Tiananmen Square, outside the Great Hall of the People. It is estimated that hundreds died, 10,000 were injured, and hundreds of students and workers arrested.
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Diagnosed with Leukemia!
         In August 1991, during the time when we were waiting on our paperwork for leaving China, I had a very strange dream. I'm a person who belongs to the shy and quiet category. I'm not good at talking to big crowds or on stage, as my mind goes blank. But in my dream, I became a totally different person. I was witnessing in a park with Mercy (Abe's wife, who is also Chinese), standing on a platform and preaching very loudly to the crowd while passing out our posters to them. But then my face started to bleed and I couldn't stop it. I didn't stop preaching, though, even though the bleeding kept on and ran down my face like a stream. When I woke up, I could remember every single detail of the dream and told Michael about it. He said, "That is strange!"
         One week later is when I suddenly started to bleed. First I thought that it was my period, but it became very strong, like a flood. At that moment I remembered my funny dream, and I thought it must have been a warning from the Lord. Then I saw bruises all over my body; the big ones were the size of fists, the small ones the size of eggs. There were also countless blood spots like grains of sand all over me, developing so fast.
         I had had some medical training, so I realized that this was not a joke. I obviously had a blood problem, though I was not so sure what it was. But from the non-stop bleeding I could tell that I didn't have enough platelets in my blood. (Note: Platelets are one of the blood components which cause it to clot.) It caused me to have these two kinds of bleeding at the same time: the "period" bleeding, which was like an open tap letting the blood out as a flood, and hidden bleeding, which had been breaking so many blood vessels that countless bruises and blood spots appeared on my body.
         About 10 hours after my bleeding started, I began to feel faint. I felt the threat of death, because I knew this was not a normal sickness. Michael and I prayed very desperately and asked the Lord what to do. He showed us to go to the hospital for a checkup, so that we could pray specifically for my healing.
         That evening we went to a hospital nearby. The doctors gave me some blood tests. Those tests showed that the platelets in my blood had almost dropped to nothing and were too low to be counted. At first, the doctors thought that their equipment was having problems, so they took my blood again and tested it on other equipment. -- Again, it showed the same result. They thought it was too strange. The doctors said that if a person's platelets had dropped to that point they could already be dead. So they tested my blood the third time and the result showed no difference! They were shocked! They saw the miracle that Lord had done in that I was still alive!
         From losing so much blood, I was getting weaker and weaker. The doctors said that I needed to stay in the hospital, because I was already at the point of death, and they were afraid I could die any time. They explained that my case was very unusual, since I had both external and internal bleeding at the same time, and it was normally one or the other. The internal bleeding was continuing, and was breaking so many of my blood vessels. They said that very soon the blood-vessels in the liver, brain, heart, and other internal organs could also rupture. In addition, the tests showed that from the external bleeding, I had lost two-thirds of my blood in less than one day. There was no way to stop it because I had almost no platelets in my blood.
         They said that I most likely had leukemia. They said that even if I was "lucky," I could not linger longer than that night if I kept losing blood. As it was, they said, I was dying.
         After I faced all these facts, I told the doctors that I did not want to stay there in the hospital. I had to go home. "What?!" They started to shout at me.
         I told them in my feeble voice, "I have three children. If I have to die, I will spend my last hours with them!"
         "What?! Three children? How could you have three children? Well, we don't have time to talk about that! You may not even live! Why do you still worry about them?" One main doctor was getting upset. She would not let me go, because she didn't want to take the blame if I died at home.
         I insisted that I had to go. I must go! Finally she said that if we could sign a paper which would show that she had no responsibility for my death, then I could go home. Michael did it for me. Then he took me home.

My Near-Death Experience!
         It was past 11:00 pm. My girls were already sleeping. Michael was exhausted from our long ordeal and fell asleep right away. I lay in bed and I knew that I was dying. I felt that my strength was being sucked away. I could hardly move my own fingers or even open my eyes. I was drifting away; everything seemed so far from me.
         I felt very light and I was floating away into a dark tunnel. It was so dark and quiet, but not scary at all. I felt an inexpressible peace. I couldn't tell if I was floating in water or flying in the air, but I was sure that I was suspended in that tunnel and moving at the same time. I didn't have to try to keep moving, because something was drawing me forward.
         "I'm going Home after all those hardships," I thought. "I've had enough of them. I'm not going to have all these troubles anymore. I'm going to be released. I'm going to see the Lord!" My body was dying, but my mind was still working.
         I felt so relaxed because I didn't need to struggle anymore. I had started to give up the will to stay back, and began to just let it go! Everything was so quiet and nice. It was so peaceful; I felt content. I moved along for what seemed like a long journey! A few tiny soft spots of light were around me and moving with me.
         I didn't know how much time had passed, when I heard some kind of noise that sounded like it was from children. Somehow I could see my children were crying for Mommy. Instantly, I started to make an effort to find them, and then I could feel the weight of my body. Many images of my girls flashed in front of me. I could see what they had suffered with me in all kinds of persecutions, and I could see the devils that were trying to swallow them up.
         "Oh, no! What will happen to them if I leave them behind? What if they are sold again or taken away again? Who will take care of them if their mommy is gone? What if anything should happen to Michael again?"
         With all my strength I struggled to go back. I called unto the Lord with tears: "Lord! Please send me back! I hear my children crying for me. They cannot live without me! The enemies are still trying to harm them! Send me back, Lord! Not for my sake: I want to go. I want to be released. I have been longing for this moment for so long! But send me back, Lord, for my children's sake! They are still too young to live without me. They need me. They need my love and my care. They need me to fight for them and protect them. Send me back, Lord!
         "Lord, I promise You: If You give me any extra time from now on, I will count it as Yours and it will be my second life -- the life I have borrowed from You. Please send me back! I cannot leave them like this, just to seek my own peace. No, that would be too selfish. I don't mind suffering a little longer on the other side for my children's sake.
         "You don't have to heal me if You don't want to. But please show me at dawn, because they told me that I could not live long enough to see the next dawn. I will take the dawn as a sign that You want to heal me. Show the world a miracle, Lord!"
         I don't know how long I pleaded with the Lord. But I knew that as soon as I heard my children crying for me, I started to struggle to come back. It was much harder than going forward. I got back my will to stay on Earth, which I had just given up. I had to hold on to that will very tightly, or it would leave me. "Send me back, Lord! Send me back! My children need me!" I pleaded and repeated that again and again. I was fighting to come back!
         Time had no meaning for me any more, and I didn't know how long it had been, when suddenly I heard my children's voices again! My body was as heavy as lead and it felt like the world was spinning. Then I heard some birds singing. I didn't know where I was. I tried very hard to open my eyes. And when I did -- dawn! I saw another dawn!
         A warm feeling covered me. I knew that I was back! -- Not as I had been before, but in a new life -- the life that I had asked for and promised to give completely to the Lord! The dawn was the sign that I would not die, no matter how bad my situation might appear. He had given me a new life, which I had borrowed from Him, to finish my mission on Earth!
         Slowly the sun came out. Michael and the children were still sleeping. My girls were not crying at all. I knew that probably it was the Lord Who had kept them asleep so peacefully like this, and I thanked Him for it, as they did not have to worry about my death. The sunbeams shone into the room and birds sang happily. I thanked the Lord for His miracle!
         Even though the bleeding continued, it became less and less. The bruises also kept appearing, but the old ones were getting better at the same time. I knew that I would not die, but rather be healed. It was the promise I had from the Lord!
         It took a few months for me to be completely healed, until no signs or traces of leukemia ever showed up in my blood tests. I guess the Lord just changed my blood. It was a total miracle! As the Word says, "If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: Old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new" (2 Corinthians 5:17).
         A few months later, as I took my children for a walk, I noticed a lady who stopped a few steps away from me and stared at me. At first I thought: "There must be something wrong with this person. We must pass her as soon as possible." I prayed as we passed her. She didn't move; she was still staring at me. "It's very rude to stare at people like this," I thought. After few steps, I turned around to check. She was still there! -- Staring at me like crazy!
         For some reason her eyes caught my attention. Right then I remembered the night when I was in the hospital, dying, and the doctor who asked us to sign the paper before I left. Because she had a mask on her face at that time, I couldn't see her whole face, only her eyes. There! I recognized from her eyes that she was the doctor who was so sure I would not last the night! I understood why she was staring at me; she must have thought that she saw a ghost! Ha! "Well," I thought, "at least she has seen a miracle!" The Lord had raised me from the dead! Thank the Lord!

"Mission of Love!"
         Before the tests showed my blood was perfectly fine, I had another dream -- or maybe it was not a dream at all. One night, I saw some very strong and bright lights -- like spots as big as eggs -- flying around in the room. My eyes followed them while they moved. After few minutes, they went out the window. I wanted to follow them and see what they were! I don't know how I got out of the window and how I followed them, but I do remember that they led me to a big field.
         It was not so dark outside and it was not scary at all, even though I was alone in the field. The strong, bright light spots started to move upward. I watched them as they went higher and higher, till they reached the sky. Suddenly they joined together and became two groups of beams, like two huge spotlights in a theater beaming down on me. When I was wrapped in their light, I felt warm and content. They were very strong and bright, but didn't hurt my eyes.
         There was no talking, no sound! Just quietness! Just signals! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the unspeakable love! At that moment, I received a message. The reason I say it was a message is it was not a word or a picture. It is hard to explain. Maybe I could say that it was a signal. The message was "The Mission of Love!"
         When I came back to reality, I could still remember everything -- the lights and the message. The message I had received was so fresh and clear, as if it had been printed in my mind. I believed that the Lord had sent His messengers down to pass the message on to me, "The Mission of Love!" I knew "The Mission of Love" was the purpose of my second life -- the life which I had borrowed from the Lord!
        
Miracles to Get Us out of China
         Let me go back a little bit and describe the whole picture of how the Lord prepared things so that we could leave China, which was an almost unbelievable miracle.
         In China anyone who wants to go abroad needs to ask the local police for permission first. This is the very first step for any kind of paperwork. Since 1986, after we got out of prison, we had been trying to leave China. During the four years until 1990, we tried four times, but we failed every time. We could not get police permission, because of our records as being former prisoners. We were told that we might as well forget it, because we would never get permission to leave.
         In 1990, Michael left us. I was very broken. My girls and I were in a very desperate situation, because I hadn't been able to find a job with my three children around me, so I didn't have the official documents required for any type of legal needs. With three little children and being on my own, how could we survive? Even though I could have received support from the Family, the police would have questioned me about it. Also, if anything should happen to me, where would the girls go? Thinking how much each one of them had suffered in different ways, my heart was torn apart.
         I cried out to the Lord for help, and He gave me the courage to ask the Family again for help. That was the fifth time I had asked them to help us leave China. Could we make it this time? In a way, it was even harder, because Michael was not with us. As a single mother wanting to take three little children abroad I would get more questions from any office I would go to. All that I could expect was a miracle. As I had prayed, the miracle happened! It wasn't too long before I got the papers I needed for the four of us from the Family.
         (Note from Abe and Becky: The dear Japanese sponsor who helped with Becky's visa for Japan is a long-time friend and supporter of the Family. Because Becky's visa got refused several times, he had to apply for her visa more than once at the Foreign Ministry in Japan, submitting many papers and providing details about his personal life and business. Just before the visa was granted, he was asked by the Foreign Ministry to come for some interviews where they asked him many questions. God bless him, he was always willing to go the extra mile to make it possible for Becky to come. After Becky arrived in Japan she was able to meet him, present him with some gifts, and express her deep appreciation for his help.)
         Meanwhile my brother helped me step by step for more than one year, to get the needed paperwork for our passports. There were so many miracles the Lord did for us. I could not write down every single one of them here, but one thing I do want to say is that the Lord used this process to touch so many officials' hearts and to strengthen our faith as well.
         Michael came back during the time we were applying for our passports, and he saw that he had missed the boat. There was nothing we could do for him, because we had thought that he would never come back. We accepted him again as if nothing had happened and we lived together for more than one year before we left China.

The Lord Intervenes at &&&The Japanese Embassy!
         It was the beginning of 1991 when, by God's grace, we finally got our passports. But still it would take a miracle to get our visas for Japan. There was another year of waiting, and I had the blood problem during this time. The Lord wanted us to be seeking Him more desperately and trusting in Him more. We had been living in miracles, so we were expecting more from Him! Many people were refused by the Japanese Embassy's visa section in China. It looked like we were in a very hopeless situation.
         When I finally got my chance to present our passports and papers to the Japanese Embassy visa section for our visa application, the person who was processing our applications shook his head and said, "No way! Don't come again! We won't accept your case!" There were so many people waiting behind me and he wanted to keep the line moving. But I didn't want to give up. I prayed so hard and asked the Lord to do a miracle. Later, I found out that this man was the head of that section. He was Chinese, employed by the Japanese Embassy.
         I asked him, "Why do you say 'No way'?" He said that he had no time to explain it to me. I didn't want leave! I stood there praying.
         After a little while, he turned to me and said, "Because one single mother with three children would not be accepted by Japanese immigrations. Do you understand now?"
         I said, "Thank you!" and stayed there, still praying.
         He turned his head toward me again and said, "Why are you still here? I've already told you the reason."
         I asked, "Why would they not accept our application?"
         He said, "Who knows what could happen to you there? Why would they take you if they felt you might be a burden for them?"
         I said, "But we are invited. We are not going there without knowing anybody."
         He said that in many cases, the sponsors did not really take responsibility for the person they signed for. I said, "But ours will!" During the whole time we were talking, he had looked very serious, no smiling. Finally my insistence made him laugh.
         He said, "You really want to go, don't you? Is this trip that important to you?"
         I said, "Yes! Is there anything we could do so that we can be accepted?" I kept praying for a miracle.
         He looked at me for a little while and said, "Of course. But we don't usually do it and we will not tell you what it is!"
         I knew that the Lord was testing my faith in Him. I asked Him to touch this man's heart. I pleaded with the man very humbly and said, "I beg you for help. I have been waiting for this trip for five years. It is very important for me. Please help me and tell me what to do."
         The man was touched. He said, "OK, I will tell you." He told me to get a special kind of paper for Japanese immigrations and he also told me how to go about it. "Come back if you can get this paper." I thanked the Lord for His miracle!
         Two months later, with the Lord's help, I got that special paper. I went back to the Japanese Embassy. I prayed that the man would be there on that day, but I was not even sure he would still remember me.
         The visa section was full of people on that day. I stayed in the corner of the room to pray before I got into the crowd. When I was done with my prayer, I stood on my tiptoes and saw that the same man was right there. "Thank the Lord!" I thought.
         Since it was very hard to find who was the last person in the line, I retreated to the corner again and tried to figure out what to do. Right then, he saw me from the other side of the room. I thought that I would have to wait in line until I reached the window, but he waved at me and tried to show me to the front. I was very surprised! "Thank you Jesus!"
         I thanked him when I got there. He smiled at me. After he accepted all the papers and our passports, he told me, "Don't worry! I will call you when it's done!" He phoned me a few days later. He said, "I've got your visas! Come and pick them up." What a miracle! My dream came true! I burst into tears and praised the Lord!

The Last Hurdles
                  The last thing we needed to do was get our "International Certificate of Vaccination" and "Health Certificate for International Travel." Without these we would not be allowed to leave the airport, even if we had passports and visas. In China all the children have to get all kinds of shots from birth on. Because of our circumstances we had hardly any health records for the girls. That meant we could not get the health documents for leaving China, even though we did have a visa.
         Every step was a test of faith for us. We had to fight for it; we had to claim the miracle for it. I believed in miracles because I saw them every day and I had been living in them. I believed in angels because God had always sent them to help me. I knew that the Lord would not fail me at this very last step before leaving. I prayed very desperately and asked the Lord to lead and guide me.
         When I went to the Ministry of Public Health, they told me that they could not help me without any records. They were very cold and unhelpful. I prayed, "Lord, You have done so many miracles for me and touched so many people's hearts, that I know that You will not fail me now. Show me what to do!"
         It seemed that the Lord wanted me to ask a young girl who was in a different window, so I did. She was quite sweet and said, "If you could find their 'Health Book' from the local government Health Department, maybe we could help you." (Every child got a little book from the local government Health Department, for keeping records of all their shots and vaccines since birth.)
         I remembered that I had received those little books, but I had hardly used them all those years. They were almost blank and I couldn't even remember where I kept them. "Maybe I have thrown them away," I thought.
         After I went back home, I prayed that the Lord would show me where I could find them, and He did. I went back and I prayed so hard before I passed those blank little books to the officials.
         As soon as they accepted my documents, passports and those blank little books, they realized that I had three children. They looked at their passport pictures and said, "Oh, how cute they are!" and they started to pass them around. I was smiling at them and praying so desperately in my heart. For some reason maybe they thought that I was married to a foreigner. They said that they would help.
         They found a list which showed at what age what kind of shots the children are supposed to get, then three of them each took one girl's little book and started to fill in all the records. When they were done, they stamped them and exchanged them for three "International Certificate of Vaccination" books for me! The impossible situation became possible! Praise the Lord!

The Last Step
         One week later, we were leaving for Japan. It took a lot of desperate prayer to leave safely, and we kept our preparations and departure secret. During that time, the local police and government still kept visiting us regularly for different reasons. So on our departure day, we prayed there wouldn't be any complications along the way and at the airport before we got on the airplane. The Lord had answered our prayers.
         I dressed up my three girls in their cute matching dresses. It was quite difficult for me to travel with three young children and all our luggage at the same time, so my girls volunteered to help by carrying some of their personal things. Each of them had a cute pink backpack on their backs.
         The time came for us to get our passports stamped by the police at the airport. Then we would be free! I passed our four passports to them and reminded my girls to smile at them. There were four or five police at the entrance gate. The girls smiled at them and started to blow kisses to them. They even said, "We love you!"
         All these policemen could speak very good English. They were thrilled! "Oh! How cute these triplets are!" They didn't even look at their passports (which showed that they are sisters but not triplets), but just stamped them right away!
         Before they returned our passports to me, one of them ran into another room and called some more policemen out. I had no idea what they were going to do with us. But when the others came, the first ones said, "Come here! See, these are triplets. See how cute they are!"
         Meanwhile, they returned our passports to me. We thanked them and the girls kept blowing kisses to them, saying "Goodbye!" The policemen waved at us too. Thank the Lord! He did everything!
         Under the Lord's protection we arrived in Japan safely in August of 1992. By that time, I was 35, Rainbow was 7, Maria was 6, and Snow was 5. -- I have three very bold girls! After I came to Japan, one brother told me, "The Lord had to make them strong enough to endure all those hardships. See how many times the Devil tried to kill or destroy their lives even before they were born?" That's so true! My three girls are the living testimonies of God's miracles! I, too, I can testify to the Lord's mercy, grace, power, healing, and miracles!
         Praise the Lord! Thank you everybody, my sweet precious brethren, for your prayers and support!

My Parents Come to Know the Lord!
         After I left China, my parents got saved through the mail. They wrote to me in many letters, saying, "You can go wherever you think is best for you and the children. Don't worry about us. We're not so old; we can take care of ourselves. We miss you and we especially miss the children so much, but we know that your trip is according to the Lord's will. It's better for you and the children to stay there than here. Now we have Jesus in our hearts and He will help us. We will try to do something good for the people who are around us. We are happy. So try your best to not come back. Do whatever is good for the children."
         I read these letters many times and cried. It wasn't easy for them to say that. They only have two children -- my brother and me. Now all their children and grandchildren are abroad (my brother is in Australia), so I prayed and asked God to protect them and take care of them, and increase their faith day by day.
         Because my mother had overworked, she began to have problems with her eyes to the point that she was almost blind. While she was waiting for operations on her eyes, I wrote to her and my father many times. I told them that I had been praying for her -- and not only me, but the brethren here had been praying for her too. (She needed at least two operations, because the doctors said that she could only have one eye done at a time.)
         After the first operation, my father wrote me and said, "God bless your brothers and sisters! Thank them for their prayers! I just wanted to share a miracle with everybody about your mother's first eye operation. It went very well. The doctor said that she had to get a few treatments after the operation. One week later, when the doctor took the bandage off her eye, we saw a miracle! The doctor held up two fingers from a distance and asked your mother, 'How many fingers?'
         "She said, 'Two!'
         "Then he held up one more finger and asked, 'Now how many?'
         "She said, 'Three!'
         "The doctor said, 'She doesn't need to come back for other treatments any more. This is very unusual! It's a miracle! Her eye has no infection at all. Get good rest and come back in six months. We will then give her another operation for the other eye.'
         "What a miracle! I thought that it must be because of all your prayers. So I want to ask you to tell everybody about the miracle and thank them for their prayers! God bless you all!"
         Tears ran down my cheeks. I thanked the Lord in my heart! And I want to say thank you to our brethren who prayed for my parents. The Lord has changed their lives.
         Six months after the first eye operation, my mother had the second one, which was very successful as well. The doctors were all amazed! My mother wrote me: "It's been wonderful that I can finally see after walking blindly in darkness for a long time. Now, not only I can see, but my eyesight has been much improved. I know that it's a miracle of God, because of prayer! Please thank your brethren for their fervent prayers!"

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Becky's New Life in Japan
From Abe and Mercy
         One of the most beautiful miracles of this story is how dear Becky and her precious children not only got passports and visas to get out of the country -- which in itself was a tremendous miracle of the Lord, after having three children and even having been in prison -- but also how the Lord helped them to just feel so at home when they arrived in a Family Home. From day one, the children fit in just as if they had always been with us, because they, too, had been raised on the Word! Born in the most difficult of circumstances, they grew in faith through their dependence on the Lord and His Word.
         Michael had to stay in China as Becky explained. He has learned different lessons and has been very, very supportive and sweet, communicating and helping in any way he can to make it possible for his children to stay in the Family and outside of China. What a wonderful story of the Lord's tender and close care, and how despite all odds, He cares for His Own!
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A Postscript from Becky!

My Ministries in His Service
         You may be interested in my service for the Lord after my girls and I left China and came to Japan in August of 1992. Let me go back and explain how the Lord worked, and how His plans are greater than my plans.
         I was active in sports when I was a teenager, and used to win the high jump and 800-meter race in the school's sports games. I was also a basketball player in our school team, which won many games. Being good at sports, in addition to doing well scholastically, caused me to be recognized as one of the best students in the whole class. This fed my pride in so many ways, and I used to think that I had the ability to do whatever I wanted to do.
         However, while still in high school, I suddenly became very sick. I had to quit all the sports that I liked. I had numerous sicknesses, some of which were very critical and caused me to go to the hospital many times. I have never been restored to full health, and I was not able to do what I used to do. That's when I started to like literature and would bury myself in books. I also did lots of knitting, crocheting, and sewing, which I liked.
         After I graduated from high school, the universities were still closed because of the Cultural Revolution. When it was time for me to look for a job, I worked at a sewing company for some time and learned a lot of techniques from the high standard of sewing that was required. Because of my poor health, that kind of mass production work was just too much for me, so I left.
         After the persecution, and especially after I had three children, our life became harder and harder and my health got worse and worse. Not only did I have acute gallstone attacks for many years, but I almost died of leukemia. The Lord miraculously kept me alive, but I was still very weak.
         In 1992, I came to Japan with my three children. One of my dreams was that since my health was too poor to do much else, maybe I could sew for the Lord and my brethren. In August 1993, I was asked to work in the International Video Ministry costume department! I was so happy that the Lord granted my heart's desire.
         I have so many good memories about sewing different costumes for Treasure Attic, the "Endtime Music Video," and other video productions and shows. It's been so nice to participate in the making of our witnessing tools and to share in the joy of seeing that they are reaching the world.
         The Lord knew what was ahead of me and He had a plan for my life! Isn't it wonderful how the Lord even prepared me a long time ago, so that I would have a place of service in the IVM costume department? How great and wise the Lord is!
         I had wondered many times why I've always been so sick. My infirmities and afflictions have been such a battle and humiliation for me the past 25 years. Now I can see why! Suppose I had never gotten sick while I was still in sports -- what would have happened to me?
         Growing up in a communist country, I was taught that we are our own god and we have to save ourselves. So I had a big plan for my life and it seemed that I was always pretty successful. I became a very willful person and full of pride. How could the Lord use me in a condition like that? Even if I had met the Lord, I would never have wanted to yield and forsake my own will to follow Him.
         So the very first thing the Lord did was to let me live with infirmities and have no strength and no ability to do what I had planned for myself. He had to break my will first in order to prepare my heart and soul for Him to be able to use me. Looking back, I'm so thankful for the Lord's design for my life.
         My afflictions and infirmities have taught me lots of precious, unforgettable lessons. I learned about humility and submission. I learned to have sympathy and compassion toward others. I learned that love is the most important thing in the world and many other things. I realized there was no better way for me to learn what I have learned but through my infirmities.
         Even though I'm still bothered by acute gallstone attacks, I feel that I, a person who has been raised from the dead, have no excuse to complain. I know that if He could bring me back from the dead, the Lord could heal anything else unless it is something He has allowed according to His will. Or maybe He wants to use this "thorn in the flesh" to be my cross as a reminder of how I need Him in my life.
         (Dear brethren, my acute gallstone attacks haven't been as frequent as before but I still have to fight milder pains on a daily basis. Could you please pray for my total healing of this affliction? I would really appreciate it! Thank you so much! )
         Thank the Lord for saving my heart and soul and giving me a chance to serve Him! Praise the Lord!

Working for the China Mail Ministry
         After working with the Video Ministry for two years, the Lord called me to minister to our Chinese brethren who are in China, via the China Mail Ministry. This ministry has given me such a good opportunity to witness and minister to the Chinese people. I have been writing to people such as former members, live-out members, old and new contacts, friends, even some favorable officials. I also take care of some Chinese who have been witnessed to by the Family outside of China. It's a very inspiring witnessing ministry and I want to do my best for the Lord and our Chinese brethren.
         I remember that during the very difficult time of my life when we were still in China, every single word from our brethren through the mail, every special prayer they prayed for us, as well as the financial support from them -- all this meant everything to us, and kept us alive both spiritually and physically. I can't really express how grateful I am for the sacrificial love that you, our brethren, shared with us for so many years, helping through your prayers and giving!
         I'm still constantly touched by our Chinese brethren's desperation and their heartcries. I have sent them lots of Bibles, Bible tapes, some of our literature, different audio and video productions, as well as needed items and money. In our ministry newsletters I am able to share their prayer requests with you. Please pray for them and if you can help with donations for them and our work of ministering to them, they and I will be eternally grateful.
         I'm so happy to see that little by little the Lord is opening the door to China and our missionary work has been bearing fruit there. The following prophecy about China was wonderful news to me. Jesus says: "The cries of this people have come before Me, even as I have let you hear the cries of this people. And I say that the days of these evil ones are numbered, for I would that the children of this darkness be given My glorious light! So prepare ye for the opening -- first a small opening, a crack, a hole in the dike which will widen and open -- and it will allow you to take My message to this, a wonderful land that is encased in darkness. Prepare ye the way! Learn to speak the language! Prepare My Words! I have heard their cry, so be prepared. Be ready. Work to prepare, that ye may flood this land with My Words, with My Spirit, and with My glorious light!"
         I could never thank the Lord enough for choosing me as one of His little children! I love you! God bless you all!
         Love, Becky

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