My name is Luo Wenjuan. In 1991, I, together with my husband, was called in the Lord, and soon I became a co-worker in the Toronto Blessing. Whenever I saw the scene of hundreds of people gathering together at a large meeting of co-workers, I was extremely excited and felt very honored and proud to be a follower of God in this life and to be one of those co-workers. I made a resolution to consecrate my whole life to the Lord and never be unfaithful to his great trust. And at the same time, I eagerly expected that the Lord would come earlier and award us the crown of righteousness. But little did I imagine that when the Lord really came, I opposed him and refused to acknowledge him. If it had not been for his tolerance, mercy, and salvation, I would have long since died in the sin of resisting God.

In 1999, at a co-worker meeting, our leader said to us gravely, “Now there are a band of believers in ‘Eastern Lightning’ who preach that the Lord has come. They preach it especially to the co-workers and believers who pursue the Lord actively. They are promiscuous, and they are very vicious and cruel. No matter who joins them, if he tries to withdraw afterward, they will gouge out his eyes, cut off his nose, or break his legs…. So, we must take strict precautions and keep an eye on the sheep entrusted to us by the Lord; otherwise, we won’t be able to give an account to the Lord? …” Then, the leader especially warned me, “Sister Luo, you’ve got to keep a good watch over the flock for the Lord.” I said unequivocally at once, “No sheep will be lost as long as I’m alive!” After I got home, I began to close the churches everywhere to outsiders. I conveyed the leader’s words to the brothers and sisters and warned them seriously, “Besides the name of Jesus, there is no other name by which we can be saved. So, we must hold on to the name of the Lord and take strict precautions to guard against ‘Eastern Lightning.’ Well, the best way is to receive no stranger. If a relative of ours who believes in God comes, as long as he is not in the name of Jesus, we should not receive him. Even for our sibling we should not make an exception.” At ordinary times, whenever I came across a believer of our churches, I warned him, “Be watchful and careful. Don’t be taken in.”

One day in July 2000, I was chopping firewood outside my gate. When I saw from a distance a relative of mine who had accepted Almighty God walking toward my home with a sister, my heart “skipped a beat,” and I hastily warned myself: Never be swayed by emotion. So, when they came up and talked to me, I refused to fellowship with them, not sparing their feelings at all. I did not even let them in nor give them a sip of water, but urged them to go away. As they did not leave, I went to a sister who was my neighbor and asked her to come to my home and pretend to want me to go and buy fertilizer with her. In this way, I avoided them. Then, I secretly led several sisters in our church up the hill to pray, cursing them and asking the Lord to drive them away and not let them come to our area to make trouble again. Later, at a co-worker meeting, I swore before everyone that I would not only guard my home properly but also prevent any members of “Eastern Lightning” from preaching in other believers’ homes.

One day in March 2001, a brother who believed in Almighty God came to the home of a sister of our church to preach the end-time gospel. (They were relatives.) Her husband asked him to stay for dinner. After I learned it, I rebuked her, “Don’t be soft-hearted lest you be deceived. Be sure to follow the church’s direction. Don’t receive him if he comes again….” Later, when that brother came, she ruthlessly drove him out as I told her. After I did that “work,” my uterus began to bleed ceaselessly without any cause and my belly hurt unbearably. In a couple of days, I, tormented by this illness, became dizzy and felt weak in my limbs. So I went to the hospital for an examination, but the doctor could not tell what was wrong with me but only prescribed me some medicine to stop bleeding. Although I got somewhat better after taking it, the bleeding did not stop and I still had no strength to do any work. Confronted with such a sudden illness, I did not realize that I was disciplined for offending God, but mistakenly thought that the Lord was testing my faith. So, I began to frenziedly resist “Eastern Lightning” again before I got well. Not only did I warn the brothers and sisters to be on full alert, but I also made my rounds of the churches lest any outside preacher slip into our churches.

One day in July, early in the morning, that brother who preached the end-time gospel came to the sister’s home by bike from nearly twenty miles away. It so happened that the sister had gone to work in her fields. On learning of that, I hurriedly sent someone to tell the sister not to go home and inform all the believers in our village not to receive that brother. Having done all this, I led some brothers and sisters to pray, cursing him and asking the Lord to drive him away. Not knowing what I had done behind his back, the brother waited for the sister outside her gate until evening, but as she did not come back, he left disappointedly.

Not long after this matter, my condition suddenly worsened—I bled so heavily that I could not even feel my legs and needed to be helped to the latrine or onto the kang, and that I had no appetite for food no matter how delicious it was. I went to several big hospitals for examination, but all the doctors could not find out what was wrong with me. Lying at home, I could do nothing but keep crying to the Lord for healing. When our senior leader learned of my condition, he called on the brothers and sisters to pray for me with one accord. But no matter how earnestly they beseeched the Lord, my condition continued to worsen. Even so, I still did not wake up to reality. Although I lay at home and was unable to attend the meetings or make my rounds of the churches, I never forgot to curse “Eastern Lightning” and ask the Lord to protect the believers from being taken captive by it. When some co-workers, brothers, or sisters came to see me, I repeatedly warned them to guard against “Eastern Lightning” at all times and never bring any outsider into our village. I also sent a message to all the meeting places in other villages: “I’m sick and can’t go to your meeting place. You must be watchful lest any fox enter your vineyard.” At the time, I thought that the Lord would surely heal me as long as I kept my faith and loyalty to him consistently by doing more things for him and resisting “Eastern Lightning” more fiercely. However, my condition got worse and worse, even to the extent that my blood ran like water. I felt I was dying. At that time, I had no heart to take care of the churches, much less had strength to resist “Eastern Lightning.” At death’s door, I began to ponder: “The Lord is a great physician. Why does he let me, who have been following him and watching over his flock loyally, suffer this illness? Is it because he wants to refine my faith or because I have done something to offend him?” After much thought, I found that it was after I resisted “Eastern Lightning” that I got this illness, and that every time I did it again, my condition worsened. Then I could not help feeling afraid and prayed to God inwardly, “O God, if you heal me, I will resist ‘Eastern Lightning’ no more.” After such a prayer, I psychologically felt that my illness was much more alleviated.