A Hui Sister Deborah’s Witness of the Grace of God
A Hui Sister Deborah’s Witness of the Grace of God
My family was from Gansu Province. I was born in a Hui Muslim family and brought up in Islamic belief in Qinghai, northwestern China, where Muslims were concentrated, including Sara, Kazakh, Uigur, Hui, Dongxiang and so on. There were many majestic mosques with distinguishing features, which were built according to Arabic architecture. The influence of Islam is strong in northwestern China, where Huis and Hans are clearly demarcated.
Besides, Tibetans inhabited all pasturelands around us, except part of a remote village where there were a small bunch of Tus. All of them were very superstitious, believed in Buddhism and Lamaism, and worshiped many sculptural idols. Before the Liberation (1949), under the power politics of Islam, many Tibetans and Hans were forced to be slaves of Huis. As a result, some of them converted to Islam.
Ever since I was born, I had been scrupulously abiding by all the dogmatic and stringent statutes and etiquettes of Huis and of Muslims, because my grandparents and all the strong Islamic customs taught me and required me to do so. Ingrained to me were the holiness of the belief of my people in Islam, and the inviolate Muslim customs. I had seen Tibetans who were backward and ignorant, living in remote areas where the sanitation was appalling, who had the same religious belief as the Hans, worshiping many sculptures in temples that were smelly and spooky, where they burned joss sticks, kowtowed, offered sacrifices such as steamed bread, and performed other superstitious rituals. They performed their filial piety by displaying steamed bread, chicken, and fruits etc at their parents’ graveyard, only after their parents died and could not enjoy those things any more. They also offered wreaths and burned papers to resemble money, making the place full of ashes. All these, in my opinion, were waste. There were also tedious and countless festivals. In a rural area, a small bunch of Tus had a habit of worshiping some spirits. I looked down upon their way of life and their belief, which I deemed both feudal and backward, and that was also my opinion of all the Hans.
I spent my childhood under the guardianship and coddle of my family elders though I was then extremely delicate. With time, I saw with my own eyes so much of the hardship of life. My family elders died one after another, at first grandpa and granny, the fondest to me, then two of my aunts, and then mother, only at her forty-four years of age when my youngest sister was born just two months before, as a result of cerebral hemorrhage. So suddenly, my mother left us forever, gone with her kind motherhood. These unexpected loss and miserable and irresistible facts made me feel the impermanency and blankness of life. The bitterness of loss of family members put me in consternation and hopelessness. I felt dreariness all around me. My relation with my husband deteriorated day after day. My mentality and spiritual and physical life was extremely fragile. Only for my three children did I insist to go to work to support our daily living. My affection for my husband was on a decline. The Islamic tradition of polygamy had its influence on my family. My husband frequently got drunk and tried to force me away from the family with his fists. I could not help but hand my children to my mother-in-law and left them and the family where I had lived for thirteen years with tears. Such a disaster is not the only case among Muslims. As long as the husband says “I do not want you and you go” in the presence of a few people repeatedly for three times, the wife will have to leave the husband and family, otherwise, the food prepared and the water boiled by the wife is considered unclean and she is considered guilty. So, many women were driven out of the house, some with their children, and suffered much. Remarriage is allowed for women. Just one month after the break of my family, my husband married a woman more than ten years younger than me, and I got very sad. In the year 1985 when reforms started, I left my hometown and went out alone for a new career, for which I would suffer much, after having signed an agreement to “retain the position without pay” with my work unit.
In 1988, I was having a rest in Shanxi province, when I was 37 and deeply troubled by emotional turmoil as well as physical illness. There and then, I was dying. On a Sunday morning, the folks invited an old doctor to treat my disease. At six or seven o’clock, when the doctor was preparing to give me brine intravenous drip, I felt death was coming to me. My tongue was gradually stiffening, from the tip to the root near the throat, until I could speak no more. At that time, I still maintained a sober mind. Later, when my neck stiffened, I fell completely unconscious. When I opened my eyes again, it seemed that I was already in another world. I saw a large group of women and children, who were godly, simple and gracious. I was surprised, because I had never seen such godly and saintly people, who were kinder than my own relatives. They said: ‘prayer is over’. As they were praying, I recovered miraculously. For hours, children presented me with wild flowers they picked. The sunshine was warm. It was already one o’clock in the afternoon. I was neither in a state of shock nor faint, but had already died during the six hours from 7 am to 1 pm. It was the God that they believed in that revived me, and I sincerely felt how marvelous and real God was.
From my own experience, I came to know that there was a religion in the Hans more sacred, more real than Islam, not like the aloof and unreachable Allah I had imagined. Imam told me that only those who were extremely pious could go to heaven after death. But this time, I felt personally that as long as we made haste to find this real God and believe in Him, as long as we served Him in this ephemeral earthly life, we would have found heaven! Although we all lived here right on the earth, when I saw those simple and kind people who had prayed for me, whose prayers had made me recover, I felt as if they were from another world, and that they were living in heaven!
From then on, my health was good and I began enjoying a free and joyful mood. A few days later, I left the small village where I was blessed and determined to go back to my hometown, to tell my extraordinary experience to all my relatives, friends and Muslim compatriots. Unexpectedly, after arrival, I only encountered their cold shoulder and hostility. I was shut out, and was even shunned by some former acquaintances. They could not understand what I said, and came to the conclusion that I had got insane! I saw my kith and kin; they were dirty and covered with dust, and looked like strangers to me. One of the Islamic beliefs that the Huis held was that a woman must wear a hat or a scarf to cover up her head, hair and neck. If a woman exposes her hair to the sun, then she would be extremely sinful, and would be thrown into the “Sea of fire” after death, where the fire in the hell would burn her hair. Some people rebuked me for not covering my hair by saying: ’You are so old. Why do you not cover your hair? Think about what will befall you after this life!” I felt their belief was ridiculous and childish. Could there possibly be any relationship between a woman’s hair and sin? An invisible yet insurmountable wall seemed to have separated me from them. We no longer had anything in common to share, and communication became impossible. It seemed that I had suddenly come across a guiding light, awakened from darkness, and understood what was virtuous and what was evil, and what was right and what was wrong. Suddenly, I changed that much! A little girl said I belonged to the 57th ethnic group (there are altogether 56 ethnic groups in China). I too felt I was different from what I used to be, as if I was another person. Before, I had nightmares, dared not go out in the evening, and was tired, sick, depressed and dogged by bad luck. However, since then, none of these things has troubled me any longer. It seemed that an invisible power was protecting me, drove the dark shadow away from me, rid me of control by illness and sins, helped me understand the truth, and let not the parochial religious views and old customs fool me any more.
I kept looking for churches, wondering what they would look like inside. With much difficulty, I found a Catholic Church near the root of the North Mountain. After entering this old-fashioned Catholic Church, I felt oppressive, uncomfortable and strange. I asked a Catholic priest if there were other churches, and was told there were also Protestant Churches that were the same everywhere. Half a year later, I found a Protestant Church. Surprisingly it was right nearby. It was on a Friday afternoon: when I entered the church, the women’s prayer was drawing to a close; I was so excited that I could not help into tears. An old clergywoman warmly greeted me and asked me what happened. But I was so choked with sobs that I was no longer able to speak a word. I, a nearly forty-year-old woman, like a lost child who had finally found her parents there and then, was tearful and snotty, and could not stop crying. She handed me a handkerchief and some tissues and did everything possible to comfort me. Tears continued for almost one hour. Then I felt pure, calm and relaxed like an orphan who had been on the drift for too long and had finally returned home. Rows of settees were neatly arranged in this church. In the front, there was also a piano. It looked like a school, where women and children were all admitted. It was not like the mosques, where only men were admitted and women and children were shut out. All they did in the mosques was reading some illegible, incomprehensible Arabic scripture, again and again, not knowing what it meant, until it was committed to memory. It could not atone for our sins. I heard imam said even those pilgrims who had been to the Holy City Mecca personally could not be sure as to whether they would enter heaven.
I attended each of the services in the Protestant church, where women and children could get in. The psalms were very moving. Prayers were not patters by rote. What we needed to do was to speak to the Lord spontaneously: “Emmanuel”, God with us. We were His holy temples. As we prayed sincerely with our soul, we would get what we prayed, and find what we looked for, and the door would open as we knocked it. Jesus Christ humbled Himself as a man in this world, to look for and redeem people in sin, and to save peoples of all countries. On the Cross He achieved His mission of salvation, opening up a path for our eternal life. In the Bible, Romans 8: 1-2 told us: ’There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has made me free from the law of sin and death.’ And 8: 13-16 also stated: ‘For if you live after the flesh, you shall die: but if you through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, you shall live. For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For you have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. The Spirit itself bears witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.’ Again Ephesians 1: 5 stated: ‘Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will.’ Colossians 1: 11-17 stated: ‘Strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness; Giving thanks unto the Father, Who has made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: Who has delivered us from the power of darkness, and has translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son: In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins: Who is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature: For by Him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by Him, and for Him: And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.’
The Islamic religion of ours is still in the times of the Pentateuch Law, which was several thousand years ago. The purpose of the Law was for people to know sins. One violation of the Law would mean violation of the whole Law. The rules stipulate that Muslims are not allowed to drink liquor, but in fact many Hui males drink even more than Chinese Han males, even so drunk as to be unconscious. Each sect obstinately clings to its own parochial religious doctrines, which cannot resolve the problem of sin. Those are very narrow views. As a result of their traditional customs, the Huis go on the old road, and they refuse to turn round even when they reach a dead end. They are shielded by darkness, and bound by guilt. When their last day comes, they cry their heart out, but still do not know where their souls will go, or where God is! Nowadays when the economy is developed and life well off, many strange scandals appear, and that shows the inanity of soul and the corruption of humanity! Amos 8: 11 recorded: ‘Behold, the days come, says the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD.’ Matthew 4: 4 stated: ‘But He answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God.’ John 6: 27 stated: ‘Labour not for the meat which perishes, but for that meat which endures unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for Him has God the Father sealed.’ Matthew 24: 35 stated: ‘Heaven and earth shall pass away, but My words shall not pass away.’ Hebrews 2: 3 stated ‘How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation? …’
I was eager to let my children know the Gospel, so that they could receive eternal life from God. The greatest riches that parents can possibly hand down to their children are God! I missed my children, and wanted very much to reunite with them to fulfill my maternal duty. One day, I ran into a woman who had previously lived downstairs in the same block where I lived. She said to me: ‘the woman your husband remarried is younger than you, could not get along well with the children, often quarreled with them and soon left. You would better go back home to see the kids.’ So I came back home three years after I left my family, and was with my kids again, and my husband treated me well. I was so grateful to God. He answered my prayer.
He knows everyone’s need. He is the father of orphans and husband of widows. It is the kind, just and merciful God that gave me this wonderful opportunity of reunion with my kids. Hui Muslim women are not allowed to return home after divorce. Yet our Lord Jesus Christ, the best parent, always loves and attends to me. He is omnipresent and omnipotent.
I was grateful to Him. I participated in every Morning Prayer meeting and every church service, and told all the guests and acquaintances that came to my home my extraordinary experience in Jesus Christ.
With time, many people got to know I believed in Jesus Christ. As the neighboring Huis saw me going often to the church in the town (in the Han area), they clamped down on my husband. He could not bear the discrimination from his fellow Huis, and the slanderous gossip of his Hui friends and workmates; he got antipathetic and angry with me. He could not understand why I got traitorous against my race and religion, why I turned to believe in the God the Hans believed in, and why I forgot the ‘Allah-God’ that the Huis believed in for generations! He wondered why I was different from all others while thousands of thousands of Huis were the same, and why I sang a tune different from that of all the others. He, like all the other Muslims, could not accept what I did – to go to church and believe in the God along with the Hans. I explained to them my personal feelings and experiences. They said I had been abnormal, and what I said were just Arabian Nights! As Muslims they just recited some laws and scriptures in all the generations, restricting themselves with Moses’ (Musa’s) Pentateuch Law. So they could not understand what I said at all, for they could not experience the grace of the forgiveness of sins by Jesus Christ, lived under the law of acknowledgement of sins, and had no solution for sins. For sins separated us from God, so Moses (Musa) could only stand by far away watching Canaan, the land flowing with milk and honey. He accomplished his mission, but he was not able to enter the place. John 3: 17 stated: ‘For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved.’ In 1: 29, John the Baptist also pointed to Jesus Christ, and said: ’Behold the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world.’ Ephesians 1: 5-9 recorded: ’Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He has made us accepted in the beloved. In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace; wherein He has abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence; having made known unto us the mystery of His will, according to His good pleasure which He has purposed in Himself.‘ Colossians 1: 19-22 also stated: ’For it pleased the Father that in Him should all fullness dwell; And, having made peace through the blood of His cross, by Him to reconcile all things unto Himself; by Him, I say, whether they be things in earth, or things in heaven. And you, that were sometime alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now has He reconciled. In the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy and unblameable and unreproveable in His sight.’
Islam stipulates that a Muslim has to do five “Namaz” (five times of prayer as worship to God); between five o’clock in the morning and eight o’clock in the evening, a Muslim should perform ablution or bath, each time washing the body with water in a set order, then reciting the verses of the Qur’an, and worshipping God in fixed gestures and acts. There are five times of purification and five times of recital every day. Each year there is fasting for one month, i.e. Ramadan. Women must wrap their hair strictly, and obey many imperatives. In daily life there are many more rules, and Muslims are required to take hajj (Pilgrimage to Makkah), and they are still not free from sins.
The Huis said that I did not follow any of these and so could not be separated from sins, for they knew that people were living in the abyss of the misery of sins.
John 3: 16 stated: ’For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ We are not to earn, or do not deserve to obtain, or cannot through religious practices gain the grace of God. Jesus Christ, perfect God and at the same time perfect human, is a gift that God gives to us freely. He is too valuable for man to buy, and so He is priceless. John 3: 18-19 stated: ‘He that believes on him is not condemned: but he that believes not is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.’ They cling themselves obstinately to the religious circle, are used to archaistic customs, and are controlled by humans and fooled by Satan.
Many people gossiped about my husband. So he became angry with me, and treated me badly. Every night he came back late and was drunk. When he arrived at home, he searched for a kitchen knife or other knife and caught me and threatened me. Late in the night, I had no choice but escaped and ran out into the street. There were few people on the street; the weather was very cold. Nippy wind blew up the dust. At that time, I roamed around by the faint light from the streetlamp, until it dawned and I could go to church to take part in Morning Prayer. During daytime, I begged the leaders of my former work unit again and again; I asked them to reinstate my former job. But the newly arrived manager did not know me before and was completely indifferent to my request, and did not allow me to go back to work. At home, my husband always returned late and was drunk. The first thing he did after arriving at home was to beat me. When he could not found a knife, he got even more furious. The children dared not dissuade him. Then I had to run outside and walk around the streets until dawn. The church opened at 6 am and I could then enter it for a rest. Then the priest would lead us in Morning Prayer. For four months, I wandered in the streets alone in those nippy nights. Every night I went to the church many times; each time I was disappointed to find the door locked. The church door always opened punctually. Time passed away extremely slow in those nights, and when there were still many hours before dawn I could do nothing but pray as I walked around. Looking at the sky, suddenly I found there were many shining and twinkling stars, lovely and naughty as little children. I thought they were sent to be my companions. How wonderful that God had created such a beautiful scene. It seemed that He had scattered those glistening jewels in the sky for me to appreciate. How wonderful that nameless grass and flowers in the vast land could absorb nutrients from Mother Earth, and enjoy the warmth of the sunshine from God. I could not help but admire! The afterglow, which was just like a noble and dignified lady wearing an iridescent dress, was even more dazzling and gorgeous. Along with her beautiful virginal kids, she was dancing in the sky
Oh, my God: how deep and vast Your love is, and what a beautiful and grand universe that You have created. Because You are always with me, I feel unspeakably sweet and joyful. I pray to God with such gratitude:
Oh the Creator, I am willing to be a little grass, with the vast land as my residence.
When a storm is to come,
You will take my root ... deeply into Your bosom so warm.
In the morning, You baptize me with the early morning dews.
At noon, the sun gives me warmth.
In the evening, rosy clouds dance gently for me in the sky.
At night, clusters of stars are my companions, glistering to me,
And they comfort me waiting for the coming of dawn.
Now, I feel no lonely any more,
I am the most favorable little grass of Jehovah, for He has given me His blessing of wonderful creation.
Oh Lord, You are so wonderful. None of us can know of Your accomplishment! Yet I know that You will guard those people who belong to You!
The Bible clearly said: ‘According as He has chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He has made us accepted in the beloved. In whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace; Wherein He has abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence; Having made known unto us the mystery of His will, according to His good pleasure which He has purposed in Himself: That in the dispensation of the fullness of times He might gather together in one all things in Christ, both which are in heaven, and which are on earth; even in Him.’ (Ephesians 1: 4-10) I had not imagined that in our place so remote, undeveloped and occlusive, as they heard the holy name of Jesus Christ, people got so astonished and panicky, and arose in opposition, hostility and attack against Him. Relatives and friends pushed me out of the house, some curious people dared not have any contact with me, and the leaders in my work unit refused to resume my job. The heaven and earth was so big, but there was no place for me, and I encountered difficulties in obtaining the basic necessities of life. My husband could not bear the sudden dark clouds and attacks from others, so he chopped my Bible. One day, when he was not drunk and with his mind sober, he told me cautiously: “Better you go! In the matter of religion, I cannot live together with you.” Facing this, I had to lose my family and children another time. In the face of those pressures and difficulties, I felt especially calm and quiet, and did not feel depressed. I believed firmly that the One in charge of the world saw everything on all His land, and took care of and guarded everyone redeemed by His loving Son with His precious blood.
One day when I was waiting for the bus at the bus station, I happened to meet a workmate of mine, and he told me: “the newly transferred leader has been dismissed, and another leader has come. So come to the work unit quickly!” The new manager was very easy to talk to, and he immediately arranged work for me, and my job was a hotel waitress. I met quite a lot of guests. Some guests from outside also had family members that believed in Jesus, so I talked with them, sharing the grace in Jesus Christ.
Once when I visited an old granny, she said: “I have a radio, an old Shanghai brand, that has some problems, and I am to have it repaired and sell it!” As I took it to a repair shop, no problem was found for each of the stations that I tuned to, and it happened that the Hong Kong Kowloon Radio Station was broadcasting the Bible. So I got very happy, and bought it with 40 Yuan. Every day I listened to the radio when I was free, and I found there were several similar stations, out of which the Trans World Radio Broadcast had even a radio church. Every night I listened till midnight. I kept on spiritual practice, and read the Bible every day, making transcription of chapters from therein. Sisters in the Lord often came to my dormitory to see me. We sang songs, communicated with each other and shared the great love of the Lord. We lived in Christ, and felt very happy! Once, when I was attending a house gathering, my life changed, as if suddenly I grew up, and I could offer some service in the church. It was a house offered to the Lord by a brother for our gathering, a bungalow, with a small yard. Later, in my spare time I went to the suburbs together with them for evangelization. In the daytime, when we saw vagrants and beggars, we would tell them we were Christians, and we hoped Jesus Christ could save them, and so on. Then we brought them to the house of that brother and helped them in hairdressing and washing. The brothers and sisters brought clothes from their houses to dress them, and let them sit on the warm bed to take a rest, and prayed for them, or read the Bible together with them, or taught them sing hymns, praising the Lord together. When they recovered, all of us would collect money to buy tickets for them to go back home. In the house church I saw the warmth of God’s family and the revelation of the love of the Lord. Here, I learned that since we received the salvation of God for free, we should give ourselves for free, for there were still many souls struggling in death and pain, and many were eager to get the salvation of Jesus Christ.
One day, two Tu village women passed by my dormitory. They were exchanging their local products, horse beans, for old clothes. I invited them inside and gave them water to drink, and told the Gospel to them, and prayed for them two. One month later, they came and seriously invited me to share in their village. They said they felt Jesus Christ was very effective, and also very true. They themselves were illiterate, and could not remember much, so they had to invite me there. I said: ‘Leave me your address. I will go when I have asked for leave from my work unit.’ They said: ‘It is very far. After reaching the county town by bus you have to go over two hills before you arrive at it. You may get lost as you walk on the hills by yourself, and fail to find the place!’ I had no choice, but to follow them! It was a pity as I saw them struggling in the darkness of feudal superstitions. When they encountered pain or difficulties, they would go to the idols in the temple, and pray to some evil spirits, so the devil entwined them! Several families invited me to talk to them and lead them to pray. I repeated for some times the name of Jesus Christ so they could remember. Then I taught them some short spiritual songs, and they were very pleased to learn!
I saw the spiritual needs, and felt I was indebted to God. I saw many people struggling on the verge of death painfully, many eager for God’s salvation. From then on I went to villages in different areas for evangelization. I was too busy to go to work, and the work unit did not accept my absence from work. However, I had to seek the will of God. As I was praying to God, a song appeared in my heart:
Oh Lord, I would like to be a happy and pleasant little deer,
Running for the Lord tirelessly.
I would like to be a meek little lamb,
Listening respectfully to the tune of the shepherd’s flute.
I would like to be a pure white dove,
Bringing the love of God to faraway.
A passage in the Bible came to me many times. Song of Songs 2: 10-13 stated: ‘My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree put forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away…’ Sometimes I went to the countryside with some sisters for evangelization. I also often went alone to the county to preach the Gospel from one town to another. The land area of the countryside in Northwest China is very vast, while the population is small. I had to walk a long way to reach a destination, but I did not feel tired or thirsty. When I happened to meet people working in the field I would help them. When they stopped to have a rest I took the opportunity to evangelize them. They often invited me to their homes as well. Sometimes I encountered some people who opposed and rejected the Gospel. As I walked tired, I would sit on the field and take out the Bible to read. Then I felt calm, for there was no city noise, with the air so fresh, birds flying in the sky freely, and the grass green. I was relaxed and happy.
Song of Songs 4: 8-11 recorded: ‘Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is your love than wine! And the smell of your ointments than all spices! Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.’ These verses often flashed in my mind, and the urge in my heart became stronger and stronger. I prayed to the Lord: ‘Oh my Lord! Do You want me to go to a city which is very, very far away from here?’ When I prayed, I saw cities alongside the sea one after another. ‘Oh my Lord! I am broke. How can I get to a place so far away?’ However, through the guidance of God a step at a time, I encountered a series of events like miracles. At the beginning of 1991, I first went to Geermu, and returned to my hometown and then I set off walking. After I passed through one city by another, with the help of many brothers and sisters, I reached my destination, Hainan Island.
Between 1995 and 1998 I had been to Lhasa. All the way I passed by Mount Riyue Pass, Qinghai Lake, Geermu, and Danggula Mountains, till the Potala Palace. I saw the fierce struggle in the spiritual world. As we prayed, we saw wars by angels in the heaven. Hebrews 1: 14 stated: ‘Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?’
In the future when I have the chance I will share at length with you brothers and sisters about the great power and wonderful work of God.
Written by Sister Deborah
Note: Deborah is the pen name of the sister.