48. Nineteen Years of Blood and Tears
I’ve been a believer in the Lord since I was a little girl, along with my parents. When I was in my 30s, my husband died from an illness, and I was left to raise two sons and a daughter on my own. Thanks to the Lord’s grace, my children turned out to be successful in their careers and became very well-off, with happy families. Then in 1999, my whole family and I accepted Almighty God’s work of the last days, and we began enthusiastically spreading and bearing witness to the kingdom gospel. However, an arrest out of the blue shattered our family’s peaceful life.
One night in June 2002, I found out that the police had gone to my oldest son’s workplace to arrest him, but he managed to sneak away in a moment the police weren’t paying attention. They were looking for him everywhere. I was anxious and full of apprehension when I heard this news. Were they going to get him? If he really were arrested, they would definitely torture him and really wreak havoc on him. We’d been a happy family with all of our needs met. My children were all believers and were active in their duties—it had been so wonderful! But now the police were after my son, he’d lost his job and didn’t dare go home. Our family was split up. I had no idea what we were going to do. I got more upset the more I thought about it, so I came before God in prayer, asking Him to watch over my son and to guide me to understand His will. I remembered something God said after praying: “Do not be discouraged, do not be weak, and I will make things clear for you. The road to the kingdom is not so smooth; nothing is that simple! You want blessings to come to you easily, do you not? Today, everyone will have bitter trials to face. Without such trials, the loving heart you have for Me will not grow stronger and you will not have true love for Me. Even if these trials consist merely of minor circumstances, everyone must pass through them; it’s just that the difficulty of the trials will vary from one person to another” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Utterances of Christ in the Beginning, Chapter 41). From God’s words, I knew that having faith and following God isn’t a smooth road—everyone has to go through hardship and trials. The police pursuing my son was something God was allowing to happen. He was using this type of painful situation to perfect our faith and love—this suffering was a blessing from God. I felt calmer when I thought about it that way, and I said a prayer, ready to leave my son in God’s hands and submit to His rule and arrangements.
Later on, when the police learned that my son had been printing books of God’s words in the church, they listed him as a nationally wanted criminal and mobilized huge numbers of officers to search for him, proclaiming they were bound and determined to get him. This news made me so anxious and worried—how could he escape arrest if the Communist Party made him a high-priority target? I’d recently heard about a brother who was arrested and then was beaten to death by the police. With the Communist Party hating believers so much, wouldn’t they really torture my son if they got their hands on him? I was getting more frightened the more I thought about it, living every day on tenterhooks. I couldn’t keep food down or get any sleep, and my heart would start pounding every time I heard a police car siren. I was in a state of high anxiety during that period of time, and in poor physical health, too. A few days later, the police called our house twice to inquire about my son’s whereabouts and said threateningly, menacingly, “If you guys don’t hand him over, that’s harboring a criminal and not a single member of your family will get away!” I was really scared when I heard that and didn’t know when the police might show up to search our home and possibly arrest me, my younger son and his wife. I was even more concerned about when they would get my older son. I kept praying to God over and over, asking Him to give me faith and strength, and asking Him to watch over my older son so he could stay strong. I thought of something from God’s words after praying: “You should not be afraid of this and that; no matter how many difficulties and dangers you might face, you are capable of remaining steady before Me, unobstructed by any hindrance, so that My will may be carried out unimpeded. This is your duty…. Now is the time that I shall test you: Will you offer your loyalty to Me? Can you loyally follow Me to the end of the road? Be not afraid; with My support, who could ever block this road?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Utterances of Christ in the Beginning, Chapter 10). God’s words strengthened my faith—God is almighty and all things are in His hands, so aren’t the fates of everyone in our family in His hands, too? Without God’s permission, the police couldn’t do anything to us. My concerns about our family members being arrested, and my living in a constant state of fear meant I was lacking genuine faith in God. I felt calmer with the guidance of God’s words. With God by my side, I had nothing to fear—I was ready to put our entire family into His hands, and I resolved that even if I were arrested, I would never sell out our brothers and sisters, never betray God!
A few months later, when the police still hadn’t found my son, they started threatening to arrest our entire family. My younger son, his wife, and I had no choice but to leave our home and go into hiding. I was in total turmoil before leaving, thinking that my older son was on the run and I had no idea where he was, and now that we had to flee our home, a perfectly happy family was being totally torn apart by the CCP. I was so miserable. What’s wrong with having faith and worshiping God? The Communist Party was determined to force us to a point of ruin. They really don’t want to leave believers any way to go on living—the Communist Party is so detestable! I was widowed in my 30s and struggled to raise three children on my own. I’d been working tirelessly for most of my life and I’d finally gotten through. I never thought that, at my advanced age, I’d be forced to go on the lam from the Communist Party. Leaving that way, wouldn’t the Party just seize all our assets and our house? Then how would we get by? These thoughts were really painful for me. I came before God and prayed, “God! I can’t let go of our possessions in my heart, and I’m worried about how I’ll get by from now on. Please guide me to understand Your will.” I remembered a quote from the Lord Jesus after praying: “Whoever he be of you that forsakes not all that he has, he cannot be My disciple” (Luke 14:33). The Lord Jesus’ disciples were able to give up everything they had to follow Him. I thought of Matthew—he was a tax collector, but when the Lord Jesus called on him, he gave up all of his possessions and sacrificed everything he had to follow the Lord. And when the Lord called on Peter, he gave up his work as a fisherman to follow Him. But in the face of the Communist Party’s oppression, I couldn’t even let go of a few belongings. I was so lacking in faith. The birds of the air neither sow nor reap, but God cares for them—and what about us, humans? This thought helped alleviate my concerns. In the last days, God has become flesh and is expressing truths to purify and save us. I was so fortunate to be able to follow God and gain the truth and life—a bit of suffering is well worth it! The truth is a priceless treasure that can’t be bought with any amount of material possessions, and I knew any amount of future hardship would be worth it.
After we left home, the police learned that I and my entire family were believers in Almighty God and they launched a city-wide search for us. We were moving from place to place in an effort to evade arrest, sometimes moving after being somewhere for less than a month. Every time, I’d be exhausted and my back was aching. Afraid of being discovered by the police, we had to stay in those sorts of privately built, small single-story houses. In the winter, it was so cold in the house the water would freeze, and even after keeping the stove lit for a full week, the house still wasn’t warm. The skin on my hands was cracking with the cold and any contact with water was really painful. The last place we moved into was a little hut for breeding baby chicks in a village that was dark and damp, rife with insects. It was so nauseating I just couldn’t eat. I was reminiscing on our days at home, in a nice apartment that was warm and comfortable. Comparing that to our current circumstances was really miserable for me. I had no idea when those days would come to an end. Realizing I wasn’t in the right state, I immediately came before God in prayer, asking Him to enlighten me and guide me to understand His will. Something from God’s words occurred to me after praying: “You are a created being—you should of course worship God and pursue a life of meaning. If you do not worship God but live within your filthy flesh, then are you not just a beast in human attire? Since you are a human being, you should expend yourself for God and endure all suffering! You should gladly and assuredly accept the little suffering you are subjected to today and live a meaningful life, like Job and Peter. … You are people who pursue the right path, those who seek improvement. You are people who rise up in the nation of the great red dragon, those whom God calls righteous. Is that not the most meaningful life?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Practice (2)). God’s words were really encouraging for me. I thought of Satan tempting Job—Job lost absolutely all of his family’s possessions and his children were crushed to death. He himself had his entire body covered in boils. Even with such tremendous suffering, he still praised God’s name and bore a resounding witness for God. God approved of Job and blessed him. Peter’s pursuit was to love and know God. He underwent hundreds of trials without ever losing faith, and ultimately was crucified upside down for God. He was able to submit unto death, giving beautiful testimony and living out a very meaningful life. But as for me, I couldn’t even stand having to move a few times and suffer a bit. I didn’t have any true submission to God! The misery I was enduring at the time was entirely because of the great red dragon’s persecution. Instead of hating the great red dragon, I was getting negative and grumbling—how unreasonable of me! Being pursued by the great red dragon did cause me a certain amount of suffering, but I was gaining discernment over its essence, clearly seeing its demonic essence of hating and opposing God. We were created by God, so worshiping Him is right and proper. It’s taking the right path in life, and spreading the gospel is to help everyone hear the voice of God and accept the truth, then they can be saved. But the Communist Party oppresses us and stands in our way at every turn, even forcing a mother from her children. I could really see that it’s an evil party and a bitter enemy of God—I hated it and cursed it from the bottom of my heart. If I hadn’t experienced that pain, but just kept living a peaceful life at home, I wouldn’t have seen through the great red dragon’s essence, and wouldn’t have been able to forsake it and reject it from the heart. I was suffering a bit to follow God at that point, but I was gaining the truth and life—that suffering was incredibly meaningful. God became flesh, coming to work in the great red dragon’s country, persecuted and pursued by the Communist Party, without a pillow to rest His head on. The adversity He’s suffered can’t be quantified. Now our family followed God and was persecuted by the Communist Party and had to go on the run, which was sharing in Christ’s hardship. This was God’s elevation! I quietly resolved that no matter how much I had to suffer, I would follow God until the very end.
Later on, my daughter ended up being surveilled and followed by the police while out sharing the gospel. She managed to drop them by going into a large supermarket and changing her clothing. She was forced to flee the area after that. Before we knew it, our family had been apart, on the run for a whole year. I was constantly thinking about what sort of circumstances my older son and daughter might be in, always worried about them being arrested. I could hardly eat or get enough sleep, and my asthma flared up. I started becoming easily distracted and was often lost in thought. My younger son couldn’t bear seeing me that way, so he decided to take the risk to go back home and see what was going on. After he left, I was just there waiting, hoping…. When it got to be a bit after 7 p.m. and I still hadn’t seen him come back, I started to get anxious. I was wondering: Where was he? Had the police gotten him? No, after more than a year, they couldn’t still be staking out our house? But I waited the entire night and he still hadn’t come back. I felt certain something had happened, because he definitely didn’t have anywhere else to go. If he really had been arrested, I had no idea what sort of horrible ways the police would use to torture him. They might even cripple him with their beatings. At any thought of this, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I wasn’t able to eat or sleep for several days, but would just sit on my bed, staring outside in a total daze. I was in so much pain—I felt like a knife had gone into my heart. There was no telling if my older son was dead or alive, I had no idea if my daughter was in danger or not, and now if my younger son had been arrested, what would I do? In my pain and helplessness, I came before God to pray, and then these words of His came to mind: “The fate of man is controlled by the hands of God. You are incapable of controlling yourself: Despite man always rushing and busying himself on his own behalf, he remains incapable of controlling himself. If you could know your own prospects, if you could control your own fate, would you still be a created being?” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Restoring the Normal Life of Man and Taking Him to a Wonderful Destination). Thinking over this, I could see that people’s fates are entirely within God’s grasp, so however much we suffer and whatever situations we may encounter is all predetermined by God. No amount of worrying on my part would help. I said a prayer within my heart, willing to leave my kids in God’s hands. Later on, my daughter-in-law found out from a sister in the church that my younger son had been arrested by the police staking out our house. The police took him to the station, beating and yelling at him, demanding to know our whereabouts. He didn’t say anything, so the police illegally detained him for 15 days before finally releasing him. He’d just been let go. The police apparently regretted his release and so had started looking for him again. Afraid of leading them to us, my son never dared go back home, but had just stayed out on the run. I was incensed when I heard about this. We hadn’t been back home in over a year, but the police were still trying to track us, to monitor us, trying everything to get their hands on us. They wanted to exterminate us. The great red dragon is so evil! The more it oppressed me, the more I could see its demonic face, and the more resolute I was to have faith and follow God.
Before long, my younger son managed to get out of the area with the brothers’ and sisters’ help. My daughter-in-law and I got to another province not long after that. For the sake of our safety, she had no choice but to go into hiding separately from me. Thinking of how our entire family had been torn asunder by the Communist Party was so painful for me. Especially when I saw other people being so attentive and solicitous toward their parents, I missed my kids even more. I was on the verge of collapse. I came before God to seek, and thought of this passage of His words: “The path God guides us along does not go straight up, but is a winding road full of potholes; God says, furthermore, that the rockier the path is, the more it can reveal our loving hearts. Yet none of us can open up such a path. In My experience, I have walked many rocky, treacherous paths and I have endured great suffering; at times I have even been so utterly grief-stricken that I wanted to cry out, but I have walked this path to this day. I believe that this is the path led by God, so I endure the torment of all the suffering and continue onward. For this is what God has ordained, so who can escape it? I do not ask to receive any blessings; all I ask is that I am able to walk the path I ought to walk according to God’s will. I do not seek to imitate others, walking the path that they walk; all I seek is that I may fulfill My devotion to walk My designated path until the end. … The amount an individual must suffer and the distance they must walk on their path is ordained by God, and no one can really help anyone else” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. The Path … (6)). Thinking over God’s words, I could see that however much suffering a person may experience, however many paths they may have to take is set by God beforehand. The windier my path may be, the more my true stature can be shown. My children were all by my side before and we had such a perfectly peaceful, united family. I was so driven in my pursuit then. But now because of the great red dragon’s oppression and pursuit, and my children being on the run, I was miserable, depressed, and full of complaints. That oppression and hardship had exposed me. It was only then that I realized that the only reason I had faith was to be blessed and graced by God, to revel in the joys of the flesh. It wasn’t to pursue the truth or submit to God at all. How was that genuine faith? If those sorts of difficult situations hadn’t exposed me that way, I never would have seen my mistaken perspectives on pursuit in my faith. I couldn’t have gained such an understanding in a peaceful environment. I finally saw that grace is a blessing from God, but even more than that, hardship and trials are God’s blessing. I knew no matter how hard my path was in the future, I had to get through it by leaning on God—I had to submit to God’s rule and arrangements. I kept reading God’s words with other sisters regularly, and gathering and fellowshiping on God’s words. I gradually started feeling better.
Some time passed, and the Communist Party once again started madly hunting for and arresting believers all over the place, sending out scouts, informers, and “red sleeve spies” everywhere. I wasn’t from the area, and I was a major target. During that time, I was afraid I’d be arrested, and I was constantly in fear of my kids being arrested. I couldn’t sleep at night, and sometimes I even had nightmares. I’d dream about the police torturing my children. Because of living in a state of anxiety and fear for so long, being so depressed, I got hyperthyroidism and lost so much weight I was just a bag of bones. My heart was beating pretty weakly and walking was really taxing for me. I even struggled to get up out of bed. I thought of being back at home. Whenever I got sick, my kids would all be right there for me, taking care of me, and my little grandson would be shouting, “Grandma! Grandma!” It was all so warm. But we’d all been forced apart by the Communist Party, I couldn’t see my children, and I had no idea where they were. I was more upset the more I thought about it. Struggling to get up, I just knelt on my bed, weeping in pain and praying to God, “God! I’m really struggling now! I’m at my brink. Oh God, please give me the resolve and faith to take this suffering, so that I can stand strong.” I read this in God’s words after my prayer: “The utmost faith and love are required from us in this stage of work. We may stumble from the slightest carelessness, for this stage of work is different from all the previous ones: What God is perfecting is mankind’s faith, which is both invisible and intangible. What God does is convert words to faith, to love, and to life. People must reach a point where they have endured hundreds of refinements and possess faith greater than Job’s. They must endure incredible suffering and all manner of torture without ever leaving God. When they are obedient unto death, and have great faith in God, then this stage of God’s work is complete” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. The Path … (8)). I saw from God’s words that His work in the last days is to perfect people’s faith. When we experience sickness, God’s good intentions lie within it; we should seek the truth and follow the example of Job’s faith. Job faced such incredible trials and broke out in boils all over his body, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, he sat in ashes and scraped himself with a potsherd. When Job’s wife urged him to abandon his faith in God, he said, “Shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil?” (Job 2:10). Job didn’t have any sort of misunderstanding or blame for God—he continued to maintain his faith. But as for me, I blamed God the moment I developed hyperthyroidism. I saw how little faith I had in God, and how I didn’t understand God’s will. In order to save us, God has become flesh and come to earth, bearing such enormous humiliation, enduring the Communist Party’s oppression and suppression and the religious world’s rejection. God has sacrificed everything to save mankind, but I became negative from just a tiny bit of suffering, and I even blamed God. I owed God so much. Then I thought about saints of ages past who had been persecuted and martyred for God. They’d borne witness for God with their very lives—there was nothing more honorable than that. Even though our entire family was being persecuted by the Communist Party, we had a chance to bear witness for God. This was God’s elevation. Based on our own filthiness and corruption, based on our identity, we weren’t worthy of giving testimony for God. Once I understood God’s will, I didn’t feel so bad anymore. A sister learned about my health issue and got some medication for me in the hospital, and brought it back for me. I started gradually getting better day by day. Thanks be to God, truly!
I was out on the run for several years, and in order to avoid the police’s searches and arrest, I hid in boxes and potato cellars, and through God’s miraculous protection, I dodged one dangerous situation after another. In December 2008, I was reported for spreading the gospel. It was a pretty tense situation—religious priests brought police officers to arrest us. I was wanted, so if they really arrested me, the police definitely wouldn’t let me go easily. My brothers and sisters took me to a secret little village right away, and Sister Li Xinyu brought me some food and other necessities. But after a few months, Xinyu suddenly stopped coming—I didn’t know why. They burned dried cow dung for heat in that place. In December it was cold, and it was 20 below zero. I was using less of the cow dung when it looked like it was nearly burned out. It was really cold inside and there was frost on the walls. And when I got up in the mornings, my head was covered with frost. I was hoping that Xinyu would show up soon, but I waited and waited, and she never did show up. It was so cold that I kept stomping in the house. I was thinking that I was a stranger in that place. I didn’t even dare go out to buy firewood and I couldn’t find other brothers and sisters. That area was covered in snow and there was no way for me to go out to collect firewood. If Xinyu didn’t come, what could I do? Would I just freeze to death there? That thought left me feeling really chilled and helpless. I prayed and called out to God within my heart over and over again. Then I thought of the prophet Elijah—when he was in the wilderness without anything to eat or drink, God commanded ravens to bring him bread and meat to feed him. Wasn’t this something that God Himself did long ago? How was it that I lacked faith in God when I was facing that kind of situation? I read this in God’s words: “The great red dragon persecutes God and is the enemy of God, and so, in this land, those who believe in God are thus subjected to humiliation and oppression…. It is tremendously difficult for God to carry out His work in the land of the great red dragon—but it is through this difficulty that God does one stage of His work, making manifest His wisdom and His wondrous deeds, and using this opportunity to make this group of people complete. It is through people’s suffering, through their caliber, and through all the satanic dispositions of the people of this filthy land that God does His work of purification and conquest, so that, from this, He may gain glory, and so that He may gain those who will bear witness to His deeds. Such is the entire significance of all the sacrifices that God has made for this group of people” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Is the Work of God As Simple As Man Imagines?). Reading this was immediately enlightening for me. In the last days, God uses the great red dragon as a service-doer for His work of completing a group of overcomers. I’m a corrupt person, so having the chance to experience God’s work, to bear witness for God under the great red dragon’s oppression and arrest was such an honor from God, and it was worth any amount of suffering! Realizing that, I said a prayer to God, ready to submit to His rule and arrangements. Even if I froze to death there, I wouldn’t have any complaints. Once I submitted, another sister showed up unexpectedly. I came to know Xinyu was being tracked by the police, so she didn’t come back, afraid of implicating me. That other sister saw how cold that place was and took me back to stay at her home. She told me that her husband wasn’t a believer and hadn’t been working for years. He was determined to go out to work now and couldn’t be held back. There was no way I could be there if her husband was at home—this really was God opening up a path for me! When I heard her say this, I was so excited that tears were flowing out of my eyes. I saw that God had already arranged things for me—it was just that I lacked faith, that I got negative and weak when I ran into some difficulties. God’s love is so real and I got a true taste of it.
In 2014, the Communist Party ramped up its persecution against The Church of Almighty God, mobilizing its armed police to madly arrest Christians all over the country. I started to feel concerned again for my children, and I didn’t know how they were doing at the time. Then one day when I was watching a video with my sisters, as we were watching, suddenly a scene flashed by that looked to me like my older son might have been in it. I hardly dared believe my eyes—I rubbed my eyes and stared at the video again, afraid I’d miss something. Before long, my son appeared again, and this time it was a clear shot. I was certain it was him. I shouted, “Oh wow!” and then yelled, “My son, my son! He got out of the country!” Right after that, there was another shot that flashed by where I saw my younger son. I was so elated that I jumped right out of my seat. When had they left China? God really is almighty! I kept watching and saw my daughter-in-law in it, too. They’d all left the country and I didn’t need to worry about their safety anymore. I was so moved that my vision was blurred with tears, and I was quietly thanking God over and over. My sisters were also happily praising God’s almightiness. My two sons and my daughter-in-law were all wanted by the Communist Party, but they’d escaped abroad, right from under the Party’s watch—this was God’s authority and power. Before, I was always concerned for my children’s safety, but that day I saw that no matter how savage Satan is, it’s still under God’s mercy. If God doesn’t allow it, Satan can’t grab hold of us. Realizing this strengthened my faith in God.
After 16 years on the run, in 2018, my daughter risked coming home to find out what was going on, and brought back some grievous news—my 12-year-old grandson couldn’t take the great red dragon’s persecution, and had committed suicide. After my older son escaped, apparently the police were constantly going to my house and to the school, threatening and intimidating my grandson, trying to force him to divulge his dad’s whereabouts, saying they’d put him in jail for the rest of his life if he didn’t tell them. He was scared, so he started having nightmares all the time. The police also got his teachers to have his classmates ostracize and bully him. He was scared by his teachers and classmates, and even more scared to see the police stopping at nothing to question and humiliate him. After four years of terror under the police’s bullying and intimidation, my grandson really couldn’t take it in the end. He hanged himself, committing suicide at home. My head buzzed when I heard the news and I nearly fainted. I didn’t come to for quite a while. The Communist Party, the old demon, had not only driven our entire family apart, but hadn’t even spared my little grandson. He was just 12 years old, just at the age when he was full of joy and growing up, but he was driven to death by the Communist Party. I was totally grief-stricken, and full of rage for the demonic Communist Party. When my daughter saw how much pain I was in, she read this passage of God’s words for me: “In a dark society such as this, where the demons are merciless and inhumane, how could the king of devils, who kills people without batting an eye, tolerate the existence of a God who is lovely, kind, and also holy? How could it applaud and cheer the arrival of God? These lackeys! They repay kindness with hate, they began treating God as an enemy long ago, they abuse God, they are savage in the extreme, they have not the slightest regard for God, they plunder and pillage, they have lost all conscience, they go against all conscience, and they tempt the innocent into senselessness. Forefathers of the ancient? Beloved leaders? They all oppose God! Their meddling has left all beneath heaven in a state of darkness and chaos! Religious freedom? The legitimate rights and interests of citizens? They are all tricks for covering up sin! … 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” (The Word, Vol. 1. The Appearance and Work of God. Work and Entry (8)). The Communist Party is God’s enemy—it’s a demon that opposes God and eats people up. It would love to seize all believers and totally wipe out God’s work—it’s dying to control all of humanity forever. God is working in the last days to save humanity, and the Communist Party is madly trying to stop that, to disrupt that. It’s desperate to totally wipe out all believers—they won’t even let a 12-year-old child go. They persecuted us to the point that our family couldn’t return home, that we were torn apart and my grandson died. The Communist Party is so evil, so malevolent with no regard for human life. It’s the prince of devils that will slaughter people without blinking an eye. I hate it from the depths of my heart, and the more it persecutes me this way, the more resolute I am to follow God and humiliate this old devil.
The Communist Party is still pursuing our family, even today. Looking back on 19 years of life on the run, God’s words have been guiding and enlightening me, giving me faith and strength, leading me to this present day. Without God’s protection, without God’s words guiding me and giving me sustenance, I’m afraid I would have left this world long ago, that I already would have died or gone crazy. The Communist Party has been madly pursuing us in every possible way, just because we’re believers in God, leaving me unable to return home and tearing my family apart. The Communist Party is so malicious—it’s a God-hating, anti-God demon. I forsake it and reject it from the bottom of my heart! Being lucky enough to survive until this day is entirely thanks to God’s care and protection. Only God truly loves people, and only God can really save people. I’ve seen how incredibly lovely God is, and no matter how difficult, how hard things may get, I’ll follow God until the very end, do my duty, and repay God’s love! Thanks be to God!