North Korean Believer’s Tale of Persecution Survival

N. Korean Believer’s Tale of Persecution Survival

By Gary Lane

CBN News Sr. International Correspondent
Sunday, November 11, 2012

N. Korean Believer’s Tale of Persecution Survival


Millions of Christians around the world will unite this weekend to mark the International Day of Prayer for the persecuted church.

The annual event is a time for standing with those who suffer for following Christ.

Attacks against Christians in countries like Nigeria, Pakistan, and Egypt are increasing, yet the worst place to be a Christian is in North Korea’s Hermit Kingdom.

Christians are under intense pressure in Muslim countries, but North Korea tops the Open Doors list each year as the world’s worst persecutor of Christians.

Foley talked more about Bae’s story and the plight of North Korea’s Christians, on CBN’s Newswatch, Nov. 8.  Stay with CBNNews for that interview after 5pm ET.

Nearly one year after the death of Kim Jong Il, little has changed. His son and successor, Kim Jong Un, is continuing efforts to rid the nation of Christianity.

Christians are arrested, imprisoned, and even executed simply for believing in a faith other than the state religion known as Juche, or self-reliance.

CBN News protected one North Korean Christian by hiding his face and calling him by a different name: “Mr. Bae.”

Bae was imprisoned for evangelizing a friend.

“There were interrogations, tortures,” he told CBN News. “But the most difficult thing was sit still on the floor without moving my neck, arms, legs for more than a year.”

Bae said his faith grew deeper as time passed.

“I felt as if God was with me. I would not die,” he recalled. “I came to have faith and at the end I was released without any charges, so that I knew that it is not the work of man, but it is the work of God that I am alive.”

Bae told his story to Rev. Eric Foley, CEO of the Colorado-based ministry Seoul USA. His family experience of Christian suffering is detailed in the new book, These Are the Generations.

New Archibishop of Canterbury Chosen to Lead Anglicans

Anglicans to be Led by a New Archbishop of Canterbury
LONDON – The next spiritual leader of the world’s 77 million Anglican Christians has been chosen.
Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams is retiring after a turbulent decade dealing with the Anglican Communion’s deep divisions about gay bishops and homosexuality.
British media say the new choice is Durham Bishop Justin Welby, who made a mid-career shift from the oil industry to the clergy and has made business ethics part of his work.
The 56-year-old Welby is said to be an opponent of same-sex marriage and the appointment of gay bishops, issues which have divided the Episcopal Church, the U.S. Branch of the Anglican Communion.
Queen Elizabeth is supreme governor of the Church of England and had to approve church leaders’ pick for archbishop of Canterbury.

James Garfield

James Abram Garfield (November 19, 1831 – September 19, 1881) served as the 20th President of the United States, after completing nine consecutive terms in the U.S. House of Representatives. Garfield’s accomplishments as President included a controversial resurgence of Presidential authority above Senatorial courtesy in executive appointments; energizing U.S. naval power; and purging corruption in the Post Office Department. Garfield made notable diplomatic and judiciary appointments, including a U.S. Supreme Court justice. Garfield appointed several African-Americans to prominent federal positions.
Garfield was raised in humble circumstances on an Ohio farm by his widowed mother and elder brother, next door to their cousins, the Boyntons, with whom he remained very close. He worked at many jobs to finance his higher education at Williams College, Massachusetts, from where he graduated in 1856.
A year later, Garfield entered politics as a Republican, after campaigning for the party’s antislavery platform in Ohio. He married Lucretia Rudolph in 1858, and in 1860 was admitted to practice law while serving as an Ohio State Senator (1859–1861). Garfield opposed Confederate secession, served as a Major General in the Union Army during the American Civil War, and fought in the battles of Middle Creek, Shiloh and Chickamauga. He was first elected to Congress in 1862 as Representative of the 19th District of Ohio.
Throughout Garfield’s extended Congressional service after the Civil War, he fervently opposed the Greenback, and gained a reputation as a skilled orator. He was Chairman of the Military Affairs Committee and the Appropriations Committee and a member of the Ways and Means Committee. Garfield initially agreed with Radical Republican views regarding Reconstruction, then favored a moderate approach for civil rights enforcement for Freedmen. In 1880, the Ohio legislature elected him to the U.S. Senate; in that same year, the leading Republican presidential contenders – Ulysses S. Grant, James G. Blaine and John Sherman – failed to garner the requisite support at their convention. Garfield became the party’s compromise nominee for the 1880 Presidential Election and successfully campaigned to defeat Democrat Winfield Hancock in the election. He is thus far the only sitting Representative to have been elected to the presidency.
Garfield’s presidency lasted just 200 days—from March 4, 1881, until his death on September 19, 1881, as a result of being shot by assassin Charles J. Guiteau on July 2, 1881. Only William Henry Harrison’s presidency, of 32 days, was shorter. Garfield was the second of four United States Presidents who were assassinated. President Garfield advocated a bi-metal monetary system, agricultural technology, an educated electorate, and civil rights for African-Americans. He proposed substantial civil service reform, eventually passed by Congress in 1883 and signed into law by his successor, Chester A. Arthur, as the Pendleton Civil Service Reform Act.

A Poet’s Death is His Life

A Poet’s Death is His Life IV
by Khalil Gibran

The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death’s visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lips a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness.

He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit. But alas! He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants.

He was breathing his last and had no one at his bedside save the oil lamp, his only companion, and some parchments upon which he had inscribed his heart’s feeling. As he salvaged the remnants of his withering strength he lifted his hands heavenward; he moved his eyes hopelessly, as if wanting to penetrate the ceiling in order to see the stars from behind the veil clouds.

And he said, “Come, oh beautiful Death; my soul is longing for you. Come close to me and unfasten the irons life, for I am weary of dragging them. Come, oh sweet Death, and deliver me from my neighbors who looked upon me as a stranger because I interpret to them the language of the angels. Hurry, oh peaceful Death, and carry me from these multitudes who left me in the dark corner of oblivion because I do not bleed the weak as they do. Come, oh gentle Death, and enfold me under your white wings, for my fellowmen are not in want of me. Embrace me, oh Death, full of love and mercy; let your lips touch my lips which never tasted a mother’s kiss, not touched a sister’s cheeks, not caresses a sweetheart’s fingertips. Come and take me, by beloved Death.”

Then, at the bedside of the dying poet appeared an angel who possessed a supernatural and divine beauty, holding in her hand a wreath of lilies. She embraced him and closed his eyes so he could see no more, except with the eye of his spirit. She impressed a deep and long and gently withdrawn kiss that left and eternal smile of fulfillment upon his lips. Then the hovel became empty and nothing was lest save parchments and papers which the poet had strewn with bitter futility.

Hundreds of years later, when the people of the city arose from the diseased slumber of ignorance and saw the dawn of knowledge, they erected a monument in the most beautiful garden of the city and celebrated a feast every year in honor of that poet, whose writings had freed them. Oh, how cruel is man’s ignorance!