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Chai Ling

 Bio of Chai Ling and in her own words:   

Chai Ling emerged as one of the student leaders in the Tiananmen Square Movement in 1989 . She has been nominated twice for the Nobel Peace Prize  She organized many of the hunger strikes during demonstrations … was known as the “general commander” during the student protests and was then listed as one of the 21 most wanted students by the Chinese government after the military crackdown.   She fled from China in April 1990, with the help of Hong Kong-funded organizations. After 10 months of hiding, she settled in Paris, France, where she then accepted a full scholarship to Princeton University. She later received an honorary Masters degree in Political Science from Princeton and attended Harvard. She is married to an American; is a mother, and owns a software company. 

  Chai brings with her the story of God’s working in her life and a number of other leaders who survived the massacre and imprisonment.   Her testimony of finding Christ as her Saviour is compelling.   The sufferings of the people of China, then and now, is revealing.  It is a story you do not want to miss.   A small part of Chai Ling’s story is written below:

“At Beida, I (Chai Ling) discovered for the first time something about God from a graduate student, who had done a biking trip along China’s famous Yellow River. His report was spoken in a hushed and careful manner; it made a lasting impression on me. 

 In the middle of his journey, he entered a poor village so destitute that no woman had been married into the village for years; even the birds would not stop when flying over. A group of villagers ask him to do them a favor. It was a Sunday night, they gathered in a small shack that was made with hay and mud bricks.  In the dim, oil lantern light, they passed something that was wrapped in a thick, black rain cloth to prevent water and damage.

 He opened the cloth, layer by layer.  At the end  was a copy of the Bible. The pages had turned yellow, and the edges had many wrinkles. It was the only copy that was left by a missionary, who was driven out of the country after the Communist’s revolution 40 years earlier. They kept it for all those years, risking their lives during all those movements.

They had one problem. None of the villagers could read. So each time when they gathered together to worship, they passed the Bible around, touching the Bible by their hands to be connected with God’s spirit.   So finally, this college kid who can read showed up. They were thrilled. Their prayer was answered. They begged him to read the words to them. He did.

 That night, he stood on a stool; read, read,  read, and read. The villagers looked at him, standing, hungry and thirsty for every word spoken from his lips. They stood without moving, listening and listening, until dawn broke through the window.

  The villagers had to go back to work the fields. They left reluctantly. To thank my friend’s work to bring them God’s words, they gave him a big bag of sweet potatoes to bring home–the only gift they can find from their village. Our friend had to dump many things as his journey became long and tough, but he kept that bag of potatoes all the way to the end.

As a young college girl, dashing around campus trying to do a million things at the same time, that story stopped my rush. I was touched by his witness and the spirit that attracts those villagers strongly attracted me. For we have grown up being  ask to worship the Communist leaders and Chairman Mao, all I saw was done out of fear and obedience, I had never seen such a public display of this genuine strong devotion and faith.  And for reasons that I don’t even understand today, ever since that moment, my life was turned from one event to another, and went spinning out of control… ”    
Chai gives details of her story in the Tinananmen movement.  She explains her view of the many abortions in China.  She shares her survival and escape:    “…..So with that clarity and relief, I endured 5 nights and 4 days of complete darkness and isolation in a wooden crate inside a boat, on a trip suppose to be only 8 hours, with nothing but a simple faith. My work in this life is not done yet….”
 To read the rest and    for Chai Ling’s full testimony, click here.

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