God Blinds The Eyes Of Adversaries

Bob Fu is arrested for handing out Christian literature. All that remained was in his bright red backpack, which was sitting obviously on a table in the interrogation room. Bob prayed that God would keep the police from finding the literature, and He did, almost comically.

Following excerpt from 43% into God's Double Agent by Bob Fu

...My next class was all the way across campus, so I needed to rush to get there in time. To my surprise, however, a university police guard was standing at the door.

He was wearing a dark uniform, white gloves, and a crisp hat that covered a very short haircut and shaded his eyes. “The Beijing police want to talk to you,” he said.

I turned around to make sure there was no one else behind me. “Me?”

Without another word, he grabbed my arm and ushered me off campus. I felt a little ridiculous being shoved through the idyllic campus by a Beijing police officer. More than being embarrassed, however, I was perplexed. What could I have possibly done to merit this?

We walked up the stairs to the station, which had a blue sign on the front of the building marked “Police,” and into an interrogation room. It had a bright light hanging over a table with two vinyl chairs shoved up to either side of it. A folding chair sat near another smaller table in the corner. The walls were windowless and stark, except for marks and scuffs from what looked like previous altercations.

“Sit,” the officer said to me, which was hardly necessary since he practically shoved me down into one of the chairs. I dropped my red backpack on the floor, but the officer grabbed it and placed it on the corner table. He told me to wait, which I did for what seemed to be a long time. Finally, the door opened and another man, wearing a white button-up short-sleeved shirt and suit trousers, walked in.

“Where is the illegal literature you were handing out?”


“I didn’t hand out anything illegal,” I protested.

“We have reports that you were handing out these pamphlets at the church.” He slammed a copy of the pamphlet down on the table.

“That’s against the law?”

“So you’re admitting you handed them out?”

“Yes,” I said, calmly. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t want to lie. Not that it could’ve helped me. I’d handed out at least a hundred, in plain sight. “There was a Christmas Eve service last night, and we handed those out to the people who attended.”


“I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Where is your stash of those pamphlets?”

I forced myself not to look at my red backpack that sat on the table in the corner. After the service, I had gone to my dorm and fallen asleep. When I got up to go to class, I didn’t take the time to unpack my bag. The materials the police were looking for were right there in the room, almost under their noses. I didn’t breathe and stared right into the interrogator’s face. It was pudgy like a baby’s, even though he was at least fifty years old. When he talked, any trace of innocence disappeared into crevices created by years of scowling. Right there, while the interrogator stood over me, I said a silent prayer.

Please don’t let them find the pamphlets in my backpack, Lord, just blind his eyes from seeing them.


“Well, let me give you some time to think about that,” he said, carefully shutting the folder, standing up, and sticking it under his arm. He shoved his chair back under the table and left the room.

It was quiet except for the occasional muted conversation as people walked by the door. Is it locked? I wondered, but I knew it didn’t matter. On the other side of that door was a bustling office of uniformed Communist police officers. There’d be no way to escape.

“Why are you so careless?” I quietly reprimanded myself, putting my head in my hands. “Why do you think the Communist government will let you operate like a free agent? You’re indiscreet. It’s one thing to get yourself in trouble, but it’s another to pull your friends down with you.”

I kept talking to myself, to avoid looking at my backpack. I didn’t know if I were being watched somehow, so I didn’t want to draw attention to it even if I was alone...


“May I at least go to the bathroom?”

“Guard,” he snarled.

The same officer who’d apprehended me earlier appeared at the door and grabbed me by the arm. He led me into a small bathroom, and then followed me inside. “Go,” he demanded, pointing to the toilet. It was less than dignified.

When we walked back down the hall, I could see the rest of the station going on with its business. Phones rang. People walked around with coffee mugs. We walked by another interrogation room, this one with a window, which I glanced into as we passed. I stopped in my tracks, causing the officer to tug on me before he followed my gaze. There, sitting behind a big wooden table, were all of my roommates. A large, tall officer stood above them, lecturing them. They didn’t notice me gawking at them before the policeman yanked me back to my own room.

“Why are my roommates here?” I asked the interrogator, trying to keep the panic from my voice. He looked at me sternly.

“You refused to tell us where you were keeping your illegal materials,” he said.


“But we are having a nice chat with your roommates. They said they didn’t know where you kept your illegal Christian material, but that you keep a backpack with you all the time.”

At the word backpack, a chill ran all over my body. It was sitting not ten feet from me, and it was bright red. Had he turned around and opened it, he would’ve found the whole stash. Those tracts had been smuggled in from Hong Kong. Plus, if they found the tracts, they might charge me with possession and keep me for days.

“Where’s your backpack with your illegal literature?”

While I was being interrogated, the urge to lie was so strong that I had to force my mouth to remain shut while I considered my options. I didn’t want to be put into prison, but I also knew God could protect me without me having to use deception. In the Bible, He broke Peter out of jail. I shrugged my shoulders, and decided to be honest.

“I use that bag.” I pointed over to the small table, where my backpack had been sitting the entire day. I made sure not to say, “This is the bag holding the illegal literature.” Instead, I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended like it was nothing.

The interrogator turned around, saw the backpack, and smiled.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” the interrogator said, holding my backpack up in the air. My blood ran cold, because he was holding the illegal literature he’d been looking for all day. “This is not the bag.”

Though I was completely baffled, I put on the most disinterested face I could muster and shrugged.

“We have talked to your roommates, your buddies from church, and even your friends from class,” he said. “And they all told us you carried a yellow backpack.” He dropped my bag on the table, then came and sat back down in the chair across from me. “Does that bag look yellow to you?”

“No, sir.”

“Care to tell me where the yellow bag is?”


“We separated your pals into different groups,” he went on, pacing around the room. “We questioned them intensely and asked them to show us your backpack. So far, no one could find it.”

I guess they didn't think to look in the police station, I thought.

God’s Double Agent

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Heidi was suspicious of Joseph because he had once betrayed her husband. In a remarkable twist of fate, she leads Joseph to faith in Jesus after spending some hours with him.
During a Bible training session led by Pastor Ronny for the underground church in Beijing, Bob Fu and other believers present experienced "Pentecost" - the Holy Spirit, like a mighty wind, fell upon them and they spoke in other tongues.
Just before his arrest, Bob Fu and his wife Heidi, found comfort and strength as they knelt together to study and pray over Peter's epistle in 1Peter 4 on the need to not be ashamed but to glorify God for sharing in Christ's suffering.
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Bob Fu's aged father, who was himself a Christian, got arrested and was tortured for his refusal to do the bidding of the government. His church was broken up and he was refused baptism at the government-sanctioned church, but when asked if he will deny Jesus because of his sufferings, his answer was an emphatic no!
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