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suggested I take a rest and let my co-workers share in my place. I asked Sister Juan to preach on the salvation of the cross.
    Neither of these two women had spoken in public before. They’d never even stood in front of a crowd! Sister Juan was so nervous she fell down on her knees and cried. Her Bible fell to the ground. Everyone had compassion on her and prayed for her.
    I was taken to a room so I could rest. When I lay down I meditated on the message I’d shared that morning.
    Suddenly I heard a loud noise! Several PSB officers kicked down the door to my room. They grabbed me and held me down on the bed. One officer lay on me, pinning me down with his weight. With one hand he held me by the throat. With his other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID card. He shouted, “I come from the Public Security Bureau. Where do you come from?”
    Immediately I remembered the vision I had seen of the dark monster.
    Two other PSB officers took a rope and tightly bound my arms behind my back, as well as binding the rope around my chest, back and waist. One of the officers noticed a red wooden cross that was attached to the wall, with the words “For God so loved the world” inscribed on the horizontal piece of the cross. On the left and right were written, “He hung on the cross” and “He took our sins upon himself.”
    The officers read those words and laughed loudly. They tore the cross from the wall and tied it to my back with the ropes. Then they started to kick me furiously. Blows rained down on my legs, arms, chest and ribs.
    The owner of the house came and knelt down before the officers, begging them to release me. He said, “This man is a good man. He’s done nothing wrong. Please arrest me in his place.”
    The officers kicked and pushed him out of the room, shouting, “You can never pay this man’s debt.”
    For the first time I had the honour of literally bearing the cross of Christ on my body! They triumphantly marched me off, bloodied and bruised, to Shangnan township. I was reminded of the verse, “For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like men condemned to die in the arena.” 1 Corinthians 4:9.
    When the townspeople saw me bound with rope and thatI was carrying a big red cross, a story began to circulate that “Jesus from Henan” had come. Many people crowded around to witness this remarkable sight.
    As I was paraded through the streets, a police car drove slowly in front. Through a loudspeaker they proclaimed, “This man came from Henan to preach Jesus. He has seriously disturbed the peace. He has confused the people. Today the Public Security Bureau has captured him. We will punish him severely.”
    I was made to kneel down in the dirt while officers punched me in the chest and face and repeatedly kicked me from behind with their heavy boots. My face was covered with blood. The pain was unbearable and I nearly lost consciousness as I lay on the ground.
    They lifted me up and made me stagger down another street. They were determined to make an example of me to as many people as possible.
    I lifted up my head and caught glimpses of people in the crowd. Some pitied me and wept. When I saw this it really strengthened my faith. When I had the chance, I softly told one woman, “Please don’t feel sorry for me. You should weep for the lost souls of our nation.”
    When the onlookers heard my voice they cried even more loudly. I was paraded through the streets for half a day. When night fell they took me into a big courtyard inside the police station.
    They didn’t loosen my ropes, but they did take the wooden cross off my back. They locked me inside a large interrogation room. I noticed the door was made of iron and the windows had iron bars on them.
    Some evil-faced officers came in. They questioned me with great gravity in their voices. The Lord spoke to my heart, “In the hidden place your Father shall protect you.”
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