Salvation, to the children of China

New teams were formed for the few days in Tibet, so Lloyd, Chad, Casey and I went to a little town (or rather a street) with the name Zhiduo. It is close to 14 000 ft above sea level, somewhere in the snowcapped mountains of Tibet.

              
 
                         Chad, Lloyd, me and Casey                                                                The only street in Zhiduo, Tibet province, China
      
                  
                                                                  

                                     A herd of yaks                                                                                                 Our toilet at the hotel in Zhiduo

 
The town is beautiful with its people dressed in layers of sheepwool and colours, its homely little shops and restaurants, and its only street surrounded with soft snow from the heaven. But the people are so lost, trapped in the rituals of Tibetan Bhuddism, under a dark cloud of evil.

      
               

                                                   The local Tibetans with their colourful clothing and prayerwheels

God broke my heart while prayer-walking through the town. He showed me the desperate search for truth in an old lady’s eyes, showed me the evil in a possesed person’s soul as I saw a fear in their eyes while they look at our team. God shared His heart with me as His Tibetan nation walk around and around, circling prayerflags and temples, repeating prayers to non-existant gods while their fingers count the prayerbeads in their hands. He revealed to me His sadness as little children are pushed into the box of Tibetan Bhuddism, without even hearing once the name of Jesus Christ in their ears.

     
      
       

                                         Prayerwalking through the town, on a playground and around Bhuddist temples

Lloyd met a young guy who was studying English and got invited to his family’s home. There he found out about a big Tibetan Bhuddist monastary nearby. The guy’s dad, a police officer, offered to give us a tour the next morning. The monastary turned out to be more like a whole town, with lots of different “God rooms” and places to offer or pray to the gods.

                                        
 
                                                                              The Tibetan Bhuddist monastary near Zhiduo

Our plan was to tract bomb it the following night, but it turned out to be a 4 hour walk to there and everything would be locked up. So… we did what kept quite a few angels busy distracting people, keeping us safe and directing us with God’s wisdom: We tract bombed the monastary in clear daylight, with monks watching us the whole time and a police officer escourting us to all the temples. With the officer we got the chance to see the inside of different “god rooms” where monks worship and offer, people walk in circles to pray and even to a nine storey bronze Bhudda.

Wherever I could I planted tracts: at the places where beads or food are offered to the gods, in monks’ shoes, under scarves and a lot of other places God lead me to. Meanwhile Casey would distract the boy with asking lots of questions and teaching him English. Lloyd and Chad climbed up the nearby mountain to where some prayerflags were. There they planted a wooden cross with the words of a poem God inspired me to write, Salvation, which is prophetic for China and Tibet. They prayed it over the monastary town and claimed the area for God.

                                         
      
                                                               The cross planted on a mountain overlooking the monastary
                                                                          
        

This is the poem which shares God’s heart and plans for Tibet and China:

                                                                          

Salvation 


 
                                                                
to the children of China

                                                                  A     cross        burning
                                                                  in      a        secret core
                                                                  a         love      yearning
                                                                  to       burn       brighter 
                                                                                more
  
                                        Holy   oil   anointing    a  rushing   river   flowing   flames
                                        little children the disciples of the Name above all  names
 
                                        Godly passion burning, heating hardened hearts for  Him
                                        servant soldiers melting  molding pure and  Godly  gleam
  
                                                               When    readiness   is  here
                                                                burn    evil   without    fear

                                                                Exploding    fire      flames
                                                                faultless     as      it     aims

                                                                Lighting   streams   of    oil
                                                                spreading  with   all   might

                                                                Flowing   over   mountains
                                                                bringing        Holy       light
                                                                every        shouting      city
                                                                every       talking        town
                                                                every    whispering   village
                                                                will bow before His crown

                                                                Sinners    will    be   saved
                                                                broken     become      one
                                                                salvation  they  all  craved
                                                                will   then   exclude   none

                                                                All  the  children  of  China
                                                                will   turn   to  God  above
                                                                and  the  Father of that fire
                                                                will unite and heal and love

China and Tibet were created by God. The mountains burst into song and nature rejoices. He created the people and has compassion on them. Please pray with me that a holy fire will spread through the country, burning evil and warming hearts with the Holy Spirit.

Pray for the salvation of every child in China.