God’s Love Has Fortified My Heart
By Zhang Can, Liaoning Province
In my family, everyone has always gotten along very well. My husband is a very considerate and caring man, and my son is very sensible and always respectful to his elders. What’s more, we’ve been pretty affluent. In theory, I should have been very happy, but reality didn’t play out that way. No matter how well my husband and son treated me and no matter how well off we were, none of that could make me happy. I was never able to sleep at night because I developed arthritis and also suffered from severe insomnia, which led to reduced blood circulation to my brain and overall weakness in my limbs. The torment of these illnesses combined with the constant pressure of running a business caused me to live in unspeakable suffering. I tried to overcome it in many different ways, but nothing ever seemed to work.
In March of 1999, a friend spread’s of the last days to me. Through reading God’s word every day, consistently attending gatherings, and fellowshiping with my brothers and sisters, I came to understand some truths, learned of many mysteries hitherto unknown to me, and I became firm in my belief that Almighty God is the returned Lord Jesus. I was extremely excited by all of this and hungrily devoured God’s word every day. I also engaged in church life, often gathering, praying, and singing hymns and dancing in praise of God with my brothers and sisters. I felt a sense of peace and happiness in my heart and my morale and outlook improved with every passing day. Slowly but surely, I also began to recover from my various ailments. I often offered up my thanks and praise to God for these positive developments in my life and I wanted to spread Almighty God’s gospel to even more people so that they could all attain God’s . Not long after that, the church put me in charge of its work to spread the gospel. I poured myself into this work with ardent fervor, but something happened that I had never imagined …
On the evening of December 15th, 2012, just as I had finished meeting with four sisters and was about to leave, we heard a loud cracking noise as the front door was kicked open and seven or eight plainclothes policemen burst into the room, yelling at us: “Nobody move, put your hands up!” Without showing any documentation, they proceeded to forcibly search us, seizing my ID card and a receipt of a 70,000-RMB transaction of the church’s funds. They got really excited as soon as they saw the receipt and proceeded to push and drag us into a police car and take us to the station. At the police station, they seized our cell phones, MP5 players and 200 RMB in cash from our bags. At the time, they suspected that one of the sisters and I were leaders in the church, so they transferred the two of us to the Criminal Investigations Unit of the Municipal Public Security Bureau that night.
When we arrived, the police separated us and interrogated us individually. They handcuffed me to a metal stool and then an officer harshly questioned me: “What’s the story with the 70,000 RMB? Who sent the money? Where is it now? Who is the leader of your church?” I continually prayed to God in my heart: “Dear God! This policeman is trying to force me to rat out the leaders of the church and hand over the church’s money. I absolutely cannot become a Judas and betray You. O God! I am willing to put myself in Your hands. I beg You to grant me faith, courage and wisdom. No matter how the police try to extort information from me, I am willing to stand witness for You.” I then resolutely declared to them: “I don’t know!” This infuriated the policeman; he picked up a slipper from the ground and began viciously beating me on the head while angrily berating me: “Just try and keep quiet. Just try and believe in Almighty God! We’ll see how long you keep believing!” My face smarted painfully from the beating and quickly began to swell up, and I had a throbbing headache. Four or five policemen took turns beating me in order to force me to tell them where the church’s money was kept. Some of them kicked my legs, some grabbed my hair, pulling at it and shaking it back and forth, and others smacked me in the mouth. I started to bleed from the mouth, but they just wiped away the blood and continued to hit me. They also randomly jabbed at me with an electroshock baton and, as they beat me, they yelled: “Are you gonna talk or not? Fess up!” When they saw that I was still refusing to talk, they tased me in the groin and chest—the pain was excruciating. My heart was pounding, I began to have trouble breathing and I curled up in a ball, shuddering. It felt as though death was inching toward me, step by step. Though I clamped my mouth shut and didn’t utter a word, I felt incredibly weak in my heart and thought that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. In the midst of my suffering, I never stopped praying to God: “O God! Though I have resolved to satisfy You, my flesh is weak and powerless. I pray that You imbue me with strength so that I may stand witness for You.” At that moment, I suddenly thought of how, before the Lord Jesus was nailed to the cross, He was badly beaten by Roman soldiers: He was beaten and mangled to a bloody pulp, His entire body covered in wounds…, and yet He uttered not a word. God is holy and guiltless, yet He suffered immense humiliation and torment and was willing to be crucified in order to redeem mankind. I thought to myself: “If God could offer up His body to save corrupt mankind, I should also undergo suffering to repay God’s love.” Encouraged by God’s love, my confidence was restored and I made an oath to God: “Dear God, whatever suffering You undergo, so too should I. I must drink from the same cup of suffering as You. I will offer up my life to stand witness for You!”
After this torture had gone on for most of the night, I had been beaten to the point that not even an ounce of strength remained in my body. I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open, but as soon as I began to shut my eyes, they’d splash me with water. I was shivering with cold. When this pack of beasts saw me in that state, they viciously snarled: “You still don’t want to open your mouth? In this place, we can torture you to death and no one will ever know!” I ignored them. One of those evil cops then took a husk of sunflower seeds and forced it into my fingernail; this was unbearably painful and I couldn’t stop my finger from shaking. They then proceeded to splash water on my face and pour it down my neck. The bone-chillingly frigid water left me shivering with cold; I was in utter agony. That night, I continually prayed to God, fearing that if I left Him, I would be unable to go on living. God was always at my side and His words provided me with constant encouragement: “When people are ready to sacrifice their lives, everything becomes trifling …” (“Chapter 36” of Interpretations of the Mysteries of God’s Words to the Entire Universe in). “Faith is like a single log bridge: Those who cling abjectly to life will have difficulty in crossing it, but those who are ready to sacrifice themselves can pass over, sure of foot and worry-free” (“Chapter 6” of Utterances of Christ in the Beginning in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s words gave me inexhaustible strength. I thought to myself, “That’s right, sovereign over all and all things are in His hands. Even if the evil police torture my flesh to death, my spirit is under God’s control.” With God to support me, I no longer feared Satan, much less was I willing to be a traitor and live a meaningless life of pandering to the flesh. As such, I made an oath to God in prayer: “Dear God! Though those demons are tormenting my flesh, I am still willing to satisfy You and put myself entirely in Your hands. Even if it means my death, I will stand witness for You and will never kneel before Satan!” With the guidance of God’s words, I felt full of confidence and faith. Even though the police were tormenting and torturing my flesh and I had already been pushed to the limits of my endurance, with God’s word propping me up, before I knew it I was in much less pain.
The next morning, the evil police continued to interrogate me and also threatened me, saying: “If you don’t talk today, we’ll hand you over to the special police unit—they have 18 different implements of torture waiting for you there.” When I heard that they were going to hand me over to the special police unit, I couldn’t help but become frightened, thinking to myself: “The special police are certainly much more hardcore than these guys; how will I survive through 18 different forms of torture?” Just as I was entering into panic mode, I thought of a passage of God’s word: “What is an overcomer? The good soldiers of Christ must be brave and rely on Me to be spiritually strong; they must fight to become warriors and battle Satan to the death” (“Chapter 12” of Utterances of Christ in the Beginning in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s words quickly calmed my frantic, panicked heart. They helped me to realize that this was a spiritual battle and that the moment in which God wanted me to bear witness had come. With God supporting me, there was nothing to fear. No matter what kinds of deranged tactics the evil police used, I had to rely upon God to be a good soldier of Christ and fight Satan to the death without ever giving in.
That afternoon, two officers in charge of religious affairs from the Municipal Public Security Bureau came in to interrogate me: “Who is your church leader?” they asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. Seeing that I refused to speak, they alternated between soft and hard tactics. One of them dug his fist into my shoulder really hard while the other began spouting absurd theories denying God’s existence to try to cajole me: “All things in the universe arise out of natural processes. You’ve got to be more practical: Believing in God isn’t going to help solve any of the problems in your life; you can only do that by relying on yourself and working hard. We can help find jobs for you and your son….” I just kept communing with God within my heart, and I then thought of a passage of His word: “You must be awake and waiting at all times, and you must pray before Me more. You must recognize the various plots and cunning schemes of Satan, recognize the spirits, know people, and be able to discern all kinds of people, events, and things …” (“Chapter 17” of Utterances of Christ in the Beginning in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s words enlightened me right away, allowing me to see through Satan’s conniving scheme. I thought to myself: “The evil policeman is trying to deceive me with his absurd theories and bribe me with petty favors—I mustn’t fall for Satan’s tricks, and, even more so, I must not betray God and become a Judas.” God’s enlightenment allowed me to see into the evil police’s sinister intentions, so no matter what kind of soft and hard tactics they used on me, I just ignored them. That night, I heard that someone else was coming to interrogate me and that they were claiming I had a criminal record. I didn’t know what to expect or what was going to happen, so all I could do was call out to God in my heart for guidance. I knew that no matter what kind of persecution and difficulties I was facing, I couldn’t betray God. A little later when I was using the bathroom, I suddenly started having heart palpitations; I became dizzy and passed out on the floor. When the police heard something amiss, they immediately came rushing in and gathered around me. I heard someone say sinisterly: “Take her to the crematorium, burn her up and be done with it!” However, fearing that I might die and that they would then be held responsible for my death, they ended up calling emergency services and had an ambulance take me to the hospital to get checked out. As it turned out, I had previously had a heart attack and had residual myocardial ischemia. Since the interrogation had to be called off, they took me to a detention house. Seeing the frustrated looks on the faces of the evil police, I was overjoyed—God had opened up a way out for me, so that, for the time being, I wouldn’t have to undergo any further interrogation. Being able to dodge that bullet allowed me to witness God’s deeds; I gave thanks and praise to God from the bottom of my heart.
Over the following ten-odd days, knowing that the CCP government would not give up before they had gotten the location of the church’s money out of me, I prayed to God every day, asking Him to safeguard my mouth and heart, so that no matter what, I would stand fast by God’s side and would absolutely not betray Him and abandon the true way. One day after a prayer, God enlightened me, allowing me to recall a hymn of His words: “No matter what God asks of you, you need only work toward it with all your strength, and I hope you will be able to come before God and give Him your utmost devotion in the end. As long as you can see God’s gratified smile as He sits upon His throne, even if this moment is the appointed time of your death, you should be able to laugh and smile as you close your eyes. You must, during your time on earth, do your final duty for God. In the past, Peter was crucified upside down for the sake of God; but you should satisfy God in the end, and exhaust all your energy for His sake” (“A Created Being Should Be at the Mercy of God” in Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs). I sang and contemplated the hymn over and over in my heart and, through God’s words, I came to understand God’s demands and expectations of me. I thought of how, of all the creatures in the universe that live under God’s rule, and of all the people on earth that follow God, only an extremely small number are able to truly stand before Satan and bear witness for God. That I was lucky enough to face this kind of situation was God lifting me up in an exceptional way, and it showed His favor for me. These words from God in particular were profoundly encouraging for me: “In the past, Peter was crucified upside down for the sake of God; but you should satisfy God in the end, and exhaust all your energy for His sake” I couldn’t hold back a prayer to God: “O Almighty God! In the past, Peter was able to be nailed upside down to the cross for You, bearing witness to his love for You before Satan. And now, my arrest by the ruling party in China contains Your good intentions. Though my stature is far too small and I could never compare to Peter, it is my great honor to have the opportunity to stand witness for You. I am willing to hand my life over to You and will readily die to bear witness for You, so that You may gain some comfort through me.”
On the morning of the 30th of December, the Municipal Public Security Bureau sent some officers over to interrogate me. As soon as I entered the interrogation room, an evil cop made me take off my cotton-padded trousers and jacket, and said to me: “We now have your little sister and your son detained. We know your whole family are believers. We went to your husband’s work place and found out that you started believing in Almighty God in 2008….” His words exploited my greatest weakness and wreaked havoc on my state of mind; I never thought that they would also take my son and sister into custody. Suddenly overcome with emotion, I began to worry for their well-being and my heart unwittingly drifted from God. I kept wondering over and over: “Are they being beaten? Can my son endure such treatment? …” Just then, I recalled a passage of God’s word: “The amount an individual must suffer and the distance they must walk on their path is ordained by God, and that no one can really help anyone else” (“The Path … (6)” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s words immediately wrested me from my emotional state and allowed me to realize that every person’s path of faith is predetermined by God. Everyone should stand witness to God before Satan—would that not be a great blessing for them to stand witness to God before Satan? Having thought of this, I stopped worrying and was no longer concerned for them; I felt willing to hand them over to God and let God rule and make His arrangements. Just then, another cop said the names of a few other sisters and asked if I recognized the names. When I said I didn’t recognize any of the names, he jumped out of his chair, angrily dragged me over to a metal stool by a window, handcuffed me to it, and hurriedly opened the window so that the frigid outside air began to blow on me. He then proceeded to throw cold water on me while cursing me with vile words before smacking me across the face with a slipper dozens of times in a row. He beat me so badly that I began to see stars, my ears rung and blood dripped from my mouth.
That night, a few policemen transferred me to the coldest room; the windows were completely covered in ice. They forcibly removed all of my clothes and made me sit, completely naked, on a metal stool by the window. They handcuffed my hands behind my back to the backrest of the stool so that I couldn’t move an inch. One of the wicked cops said to me in an icy, sinister tone: “We don’t alter our investigation tactics based upon gender.” He opened the window as he said this and a bone-chilling wind swept over me; it felt like my body was being carved by a thousand knives. Shivering with cold, I said through chattering teeth: “I can’t be exposed to this kind of cold, I have post-partum rheumatoid arthritis.” He replied savagely: “Oh, this will take care of your arthritis alright! You’ll get diabetes and kidney disease in the process too! No matter how many doctors you see, you’ll never recover!” With that, he had someone bring over a bucket full of cold water and made me put my feet in it. He then ordered me, “Don’t you let even a drop of water splash out of that bucket.” He splashed more cold water on my back and then fanned my back with a piece of cardboard. The temperature was –4 degrees Fahrenheit; that bone-chilling water froze me so that I instinctively drew up my feet from the bucket, but an officer immediately forced them back in and forbade me from moving them again. I was so cold that my entire body clenched up and I couldn’t stop shivering. It felt as though the blood had congealed within my veins. They were thrilled to see me like that, and erupted in hideous laughter while mocking me by saying: “You’re ‘dancing’ right on the beat!” I hated this gang of sub-human demons and beasts to no end; I was suddenly reminded of a video that portrayed demons of hell that tormented people for fun, and derived enjoyment out of the suffering of others. They were devoid of feelings and humanity, knowing only violence and torment. These evil cops were no different from the demons of hell—in fact, they were even worse. Over the course of one day and night, they had slapped me across the face countless times, trying to force me to divulge information about the church’s money. When my face swelled up from their beatings, they applied ice to bring the swelling down and then continued their beating. If not for God’s protection, I would have died long before then. When those evil officers saw that I still wasn’t willing to speak, they started tasing my thighs and groin with an electroshock baton. Each time they tased me, my entire body would convulse and spasm with pain. Because they had handcuffed me to the metal stool, it wasn’t possible to duck out of the way, so I had just had to take whatever vicious beatings, trampling and humiliation they doled out. Words cannot describe the intense agony that I was experiencing, and yet, through it all, the policemen just laughed uproariously. Even more horrifying, a younger cop used a pair of chopsticks to clamp down on my nipple and then twist it as hard as he could. It hurt so much that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. They also put an ice cold bottle of water up between my legs against my groin and then forced water with wasabi powder dissolved in it into my nose. My entire nasal cavity was on fire and the searing heat seemed to be shooting right up into my brain. I didn’t dare to inhale. Another wicked cop took a big drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke right up my nose, sending me into a frightful fit of coughing. Before I had had a chance to catch my breath, another one upended a wooden stool and put my legs on it so that the soles of my feet were exposed. Then he took a steel rod and struck the soles of both my feet dozens of times. It was so excruciatingly painful that I thought my feet would break clear off; I screamed out in pain over and over. Not long after, the soles of my feet swelled up and turned red. The wicked police tortured me unrelentingly. My heart was pounding heavily and I thought I was on the verge of death. They then gave me a kind of fast-acting traditional Chinese heart medication, and as soon as I had begun to recover, they began beating me again and threatening me, saying: “If you don’t talk, we’ll freeze you and beat you to death! After all, no one will know! If you don’t fess up today we can keep hanging out for a few more days and see who can outlast who. We’ll bring your husband and child in to see what you look like now and if you still don’t tell us, we’ll make sure that they’re both fired from their jobs!” They even made sarcastic jabs at me, saying: “Don’t you? Why doesn’t your God come and rescue you? I guess your God isn’t that great after all!” I despised this gang of hostile, evil and savage beasts with all my heart and soul. It was extremely difficult to withstand their cruel torture and even more difficult to bear their slander of God. As such, I called out desperately to God, entreating Him to safeguard me, imbue me with faith, strength and the will to endure suffering, so that I could stand firm. Just then, God’s words appeared in my mind: “During these last days you must bear to God. No matter how great your suffering, you should walk until the very end, and even at your last breath, still you must be faithful to God and at the mercy of God; only this is truly loving God, and only this is the strong and resounding testimony” (“Only by Experiencing Painful Trials Can You Know the Loveliness of God” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). I thought to myself: “That’s right! God will is for me to bear witness to Him before Satan, so I ought to endure all this pain and humiliation to satisfy God. Even if I have only one breath remaining, I must remain faithful to God, for this is what a strong and resounding testimony is made up of, and this is what will shame the old devil.” With the guidance of God’s word, I felt a renewed sense of confidence and faith within my heart. I was willing to break through the forces of darkness; even if it meant my death, I had to satisfy God this time. A church hymn then came to mind: “I’ll give my love and loyalty to God and complete my mission to glorify God. I’m determined to stand firm in testimony to God, and never give in to Satan. Oh, my head may break and blood may flow, but the mettle of God’s people can’t be lost. God’s exhortations rest on the heart, I determine to humiliate Satan the devil. Pain and hardships are predestined by God, I will endure humiliation to be faithful to Him. I will never again cause God to shed tears or worry” (“I Wish to See the Day of God’s Glory” in Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs). “That’s right!” I thought to myself. “I shouldn’t pander to my flesh. As long as the opportunity exists for me to humiliate Satan and bring comfort to God’s heart, I am willing to offer up my life to God.” Once I had become resolute in my intentions, no matter how those demons tortured me or tried to deceive me with their conniving plots, I relied upon God in my heart from beginning to end. God’s words enlightened and guided me from within, giving me faith and strength, and allowing me to overcome the weakness of my flesh. The evil police continued to torture me with the cold: They rubbed ice cubes all over my body, leaving me so cold and shivery that it felt as if I’d been locked in a cave of ice. My teeth chattered loudly and my skin turned blue and purple. At around two in the morning, having been tortured to the point that I was longing for death, I couldn’t help but start becoming weak once again. Not knowing how much longer I would have to endure that suffering, I could only beseech God over and over in my heart: “Dear God, my flesh is far too weak and I can’t take it much longer. Please save me!” Thanks be to God for answering my prayer; just when I couldn’t take it any longer, the evil police decided to call off their interrogation because it wasn’t yielding any results.
Sometime after 2 in the afternoon on the 31st of December, the evil police dragged me back to my cell. I was bruised and battered from head to toe. My hands had swollen up like balloons; they were all blue and purple. My face had swollen a third larger than its normal size, was bluish-green, hard to the touch, and completely numb. Several places on my body had burn wounds from being tased. There were more than twenty inmates in the cell at the time, and when they saw how I had been tortured by those demons, they all cried. Some of them didn’t even dare look at me, and a young Communist Party member said: “When I get out of here I will withdraw my membership.” A legal representative asked me, “Which station do the people that beat you work at? What are their names? Tell me, I’ll post everything on foreign websites and expose them. They say China is a humane place, but where’s the humanity in this? This is pure savagery!” My plight stoked the rage of many of the inmates, and they angrily exclaimed: “I never imagined the Communist Party could be so cruel—I can’t believe they committed such treacherous acts. Believing in God is a good thing, it keeps people from committing crimes. Don’t they say that China has freedom of religion? This certainly isn’t freedom of religion! In China, if you have money and power, then you have everything. The real criminals are still on the loose and no one dares arrest them. Inmates on death row are set free as soon as they pay off government officials. There is no justice or equality to be found in this country! …” At that moment, I couldn’t help but recall these words from God words: “Now is the time: Man has long since gathered all his strength, he has devoted all his efforts and paid every price for this, to tear off the hideous face of this demon and allow people, who have been blinded, and who have endured every manner of suffering and hardship, to rise up from their pain and turn their backs on this evil old devil” (“Work and Entry (8)” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). “Do you truly hate the great red dragon? Do you truly, sincerely hate it? Why have I asked you so many times? Why do I keep asking you this question, again and again? What image is there of the great red dragon in your hearts? Has it really been removed? Do you truly not consider it to be your father? All people should perceive My intention in My questions. It is not to provoke the anger of the people, nor to incite rebellion among man, nor that man may find his own way out, but is to allow all people to liberate themselves from the bondage of the great red dragon” (“Chapter 28” of God’s Words to the Entire Universe in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s words were a great comfort to me. I never imagined that the cruel, evil, demonic essence of the CCP government could be exposed through the cruel torture I suffered, that this could allow the unbelievers to see the CCP government for what it really is, and rise up together to detest and forsake that old devil. This was truly the work of God’s wisdom and almightiness. In the past, I had seen the CCP as the great red sun, as the savior of the people, but after falling victim to the CCP government’s inhumane persecution and torment, my view of it has thoroughly changed. I truly saw its utter disregard for human life, how it savagely abuses God’s chosen, goes against Heaven, and is an evil spirit perpetrating monstrous crimes—it is a reincarnation of the devil and a God-resisting demon. God is the Lord of creation, and humans are created beings. It is natural and right to believe in God, and yet the CCP government trumps up false charges to wantonly arrest and torment God’s followers, desperately hoping to make a clean sweep of every last follower of God. In so doing, they have thoroughly exposed the devilish nature of their God-hating and God-antagonizing ways. With the CCP government serving as a foil, the essence of God’s goodness and love became even more apparent to me. God incarnated in the flesh twice and, in both instances, has suffered through immense persecution and difficulties as well as pursuit by the devil. Yet, through it all, God quietly endured all attacks and suffering, performing His work to save mankind. God’s love of mankind is truly great! At that moment, I despised that pack of demons with all my heart and soul and felt true regret that in the past I hadn’t earnestly pursued the truth or fulfilled my duty to repay God’s love. I thought to myself that if, one day, I made it out of that place alive, I would devote myself even more to fulfilling my duties and let God gain my heart.
Later on, the evil police interrogated me four more times. They couldn’t get anything out of me, so they just trumped up a charge of “disturbing public order” and released me on one year of bail, set at 5,000 RMB, pending trial. I was finally released on the 22nd of January, 2013, after my family posted bail for me. After returning home, whenever I saw ice on the windows my heart would begin to race. My eyesight was significantly reduced, my arthritis also got worse, and I did develop a kidney problem. I constantly felt cold, was prone to panic attacks, I had numbness in both hands, my face had shed a layer of skin, and I often had unbearable pain in my inner thighs to the point where it would wake me from sleep. This was all evidence of those devils’ torture.
After undergoing the inhumanely cruel persecution of the CCP government, though I had suffered all manner of torture of the flesh, I grew closer in my relationship to God, gained a more practical understanding of God’s wisdom, almightiness, love and salvation, and strengthened my resolve to follow Almighty God. I resolved to follow God for the rest of my life and seek to become one who loves God. Through the cruel persecution of the CCP government, I personally experienced God’s love, care and protection. If God’s word had not guided me every step of the way, giving me strength and faith, I never would have been able to endure all the inhumane torment and torture I suffered. Through my experience of this unique situation, I came to fully see that the CCP government is none other than the God-resisting, God-antagonizing devil Satan. In its endeavor to turn China into an atheistic country and take over the world, it stops at nothing and does everything in its power to drive God out of this world. It frantically pursues, arrests and persecutes those who follow God with the goal of eradicating all of God’s followers, sweeping them all up in its net and, in so doing, abolish God’s work entirely. The CCP government truly is incredibly evil! It is nothing more than a demonic beast that swallows people whole—it’s a perverse, heaven-defying, justice-thwarting, evil-enabling satanic force of darkness. In China, the CCP government lets the evildoers who oppress and abuse good everyday people to run free, even giving them a share in legal and political power. They fraternize and gallivant about with the gangsters and crooks engaging in prostitution, gambling and drug-smuggling; they even help protect their interests. It is only the followers of God who walk the right path in life that the CCP government takes as its enemy, wantonly suppressing and arresting them, and cruelly persecuting them to the point that many believers’ families are torn apart, loved ones scatter to the winds, and they’re unable to return home. Many of them are unable to settle down, but must lead a life of vagrancy far from home. Still others are subjected to cruel torture and are even beaten to the point of paralysis or death for their belief in God. … It is abundantly clear that the CCP government is the savagely inhuman, butcher of man, the devil, Satan. In the end, it will not escape God’s righteous punishment for the monstrous sins it has perpetrated. For, Almighty God said long ago: “The demons’ nest will surely be torn to pieces by God, and you will stand beside God—you belong to God, and do not belong to this empire of slaves. God has long since loathed this dark society to His very bones. He gnashes His teeth, eager to plant His feet upon this wicked, heinous old serpent, so that it may never rise again, and will never again abuse man; He will not excuse its actions in the past, He will not tolerate its deceit of man, and He will settle the score for every one of its sins throughout the ages. Not in the slightest will God let this ringleader of all evil off the hook, He will utterly destroy it” (“Work and Entry (8)” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). God’s righteousness is worthy of praise and commendation and He will banish and destroy Satan’s kingdom. God’s kingdom will be established here on earth and God’s glory will certainly pervade the entire universe!
1. “Ringleader of all evil” refers to the old devil. This phrase expresses extreme dislike.