On the outskirts of the city of Ningbo, Chinese Pastor Amos (not his real name), shares for the first time, the details of Beijing’s Five Year Plan to Change Christianity into a more Communist friendly religion.

Pastor Amos is the pastor of an urban underground house church network with about 150,000 members. It is one of the largest urban networks in all of China. Unlike most pastors in the underground house church however, he is also a pastor in the government sanctioned Three-Self church.

Pastor Amos is taking a huge risk to share the information that he makes available in this article.

Pastor Amos is a known Christian. He a part of the local leadership for the government’s Three-Self church and in this FOUR PART SERIES, he reveals the Chinese government’s FIVE YEAR PLAN to change Christianity into a more Communist friendly religion.

The first phase of the FIVE YEAR PLAN has already taken place and is covered in Part 1 of this series.

The next part of China’s plan is change the Bible. This attempt is not new. BTJ has reported on this effort in the past.  “Fake Bibles are coming,” Pastor Amos warns. “China is working on a new Bible translation that is expected to be the only official Bible allowed in the country.

Pastor Amos’ warning comes immediately after a special meeting between the official government church of China and the Scottish Bible Society. The Communist government is playing full court press to win over Christian leaders in the west. This is a pre-emptive strike, to quell concerns before they have a chance to really take root. Government delegation carefully moderated the meeting and put forth a plan for Bible publishing and more importantly, Bible translation.

China has announced that they plan to make the Bible more ‘social friendly.’

According to the official government church website, “Over the years, the demand for Bibles for Chinese churches has shifted from quantity to quality.”

This first premises is simply not true. Chinese Christians are happy with the Chinese Union Bible, but are in drastic shortage. “We need more Bibles,” Pastor Amos shared. His plea for more Bibles echo the cries of so many leaders that have met with BTJ this month.

China has created an artificial shortage of Bibles by limiting the number of Bibles printed in the Chinese language, restricting any unauthorized Bible printing, and destroying current Bibles. This artificial shortage seems to help create a demand for their new Bible translation.

The official article goes on to say, “In view of the heresies facing the Church in China, Rev. Xu also stressed the importance of higher quality personnel and correct Bible teaching.” It is important to understand that Christians who are not registered with the official government church are considered to be heretical. Only Christians who are registered and recognized and agree to put the teachings of Communism above the teachings of the Bible are considered true Christians in China.

At the meeting, Rev. Xu, the official government representative, “refuted the rumors that the Church in China modified the Bible,” which he called “complete nonsense.” However, he completely contradicted himself when he confirmed the “ongoing Bible translation” that the Communist Party is working on, and how they are “expecting a faithful version of translation that meets the requirements of the times.”

Early evidence of what the new translation is likely to look like has already been seen with a new interpretation of the Bible story of Jesus and the woman accused of adultery. Instead of the official version, the Communist version ends with Jesus stoning the woman to death!

BTJ has worked with Pastor Amos for about 30 years and understands his concerns. In the 1990s, Pastor Amos was key in one of the earliest Bible deliveries to meet the overwhelming demand for the written Word. Tens of millions of believers have been desperate to get a Bible and Pastor Amos has been an answer to prayer.

To understand the need for Bibles in China, we share the following story from BTJ’s Brother Ren. This story can also be found in UNDERGROUND CHURCH, one of the only books in the world that documents the history, status, and growth of the underground church in China. The story is the first time that Amos aided in delivering Bibles in China.

Brother Ren has been the pastor of Brother Yun—more widely known as “the Heavenly Man”—for many years. He is also the official translator for Brother Yun, because he is one of the few Mandarin speakers in the West who can understand Yun’s strong rural dialect.

Like most people, you’ve probably never heard of Brother Ren. Keep in mind that in secret organizations, such as the CIA, the Chinese PSB (Public Security Bureau), or the KGB in the former Soviet Union, recognition and fame are synonymous with failure. This reality is also true for Brother Ren. Any fame or advertisement of his achievements would be a major failure, as they would most likely lead to the shutting down of projects and missionary work in many closed countries around the world.

Brother Ren has been responsible for printing and delivering more than eleven million Bibles in China; organizing the training of over two hundred thousand Chinese Sunday School teachers; arranging for the training of thousands of pastors, evangelists, and missionaries; funneling tens of millions of dollars directly to the mission field; and participating in what may quite possibly be the largest missionary movement in the history of mankind.

This is what he shared:

“After carrying Bibles into China for several months, I began to feel challenged by the expense involved. Being a donkey for Jesus was not cheap. I sat down and figured out the actual cost of taking Bibles into China. If you calculated the cost of printing the Bibles in Japan, shipping them to Hong Kong, paying travel expenses for the courier (such as airfare, food, and lodging), and losing some Bibles to confiscation, it was a very expensive operation.

“I figured it out to be more than $50 USD per Bible—and that was in the 1990s.

“God gave me the idea of printing Bibles inside China, but I was a courier, not a printer. Who was I to begin a printing operation? I went to people from several missions organizations that I knew had a history of doing these kinds of projects. I asked them what they thought about the idea of partnering with me to print Bibles in China. Every time I mentioned the idea, I got one of two responses. They either said that they had tried before and it didn’t work, or they hadn’t tried before and didn’t want to.”

The Bible League said that they had just made a large financial investment in an expensive printing press in Japan, so printing in China would make that investment obsolete. Many organizations had ‘burned their hands’ in China and didn’t want to try again.

“I was disappointed at the results of trying to find a partner who knew what they were doing. I had no clue what to do next, but the Lord would not take the burden from my mind. On one occasion in 1994, I was able to have a meeting with a well-known business owner from Taiwan who owned one of the major skyscrapers in prestigious Causeway Bay, Hong Kong. We met and discussed the idea of printing inside China. The business owner was a Christian and wanted to use his resources to help the church in China. He would later be one of the people who helped get Brother Yun out of China.

“The Taiwanese Christian businessman liked the idea of printing Bibles in China and agreed with me that there must be a better way than carrying the Bibles across the border in suitcases. He arranged for his secretary to meet me at the Hong Kong airport, and she gave me the money to begin the process of searching for a way to print Bibles inside China.

“From Hong Kong, I traveled to Guilin and contacted a professor at one of the local universities who was a good friend of Brother Yun. This is the same professor who spent time living with Brother Yun and who painstakingly handwrote Yun’s entire testimony on a pad of paper. That pad of paper eventually led to a book known around the world today as The Heavenly Man.

“‘I have someone I would like you to meet,’ the professor said to me when I saw him in Guilin. In China, you don’t just look up potential partners in the yellow pages; you are either introduced to them or you don’t get any partners at all. With most things in China, it is not about what you know but who you know.

“The professor thought that it would be beneficial for me to meet his friend. He knew what I was up to and knew the risks involved with printing Bibles in China, so he connected me with someone who he thought would be experienced enough to help me tackle the dangerous task. I needed someone who could help me navigate the underground world of illegal activity in China.

“When I met with the professor’s friend for the first time, he looked like he was straight out of a movie. The man looked like a CIA agent. Just by looking at him, you could tell that he was used to living on the other side of authority. There was something that was very shady about him. He was wearing a hunting vest, his hair was pulled back into a thick black ponytail, and he just looked like someone who seemed to be fully aware of everything going on around him. When he walked into the room, I thought that I had been compromised. I thought that the professor had told the wrong person, and now China’s Public Security Bureau had assigned this man to take me down.

“‘This is my friend Simon [not his real name],’ the professor said as I reached out to shake his hand. Even though I had my suspicions, I quickly found myself falling victim to Simon’s quick wit and charm. However, I remained very cautious the first time that I met him and chose not to share with him the idea for printing Bibles.

“I soon went back to Hong Kong but often traveled to Guilin. Many foreigners liked to take Bibles to Guangzhou, and their favorite place to stay was The Garden Hotel. Because of this fact, it was heavily watched, and most of the rooms were wired. The hotel was a gold mine for the Chinese authorities, because many foreign guests would talk about their ideas and projects, carelessly mentioning names of coworkers. All of this information was thus made available for the Chinese authorities to collect and exploit.

“On one of my trips to Guilin, the phone in my hotel room rang soon after I had arrived. I answered the phone, and it was Simon. I wondered how he knew I was in town because I hadn’t told anyone that I was going to Guilin. No one should have known which hotel I was staying at, let alone the very room I was in! Immediately, I was suspicious.

“‘Ni hao,’ I said as a general greeting. Simon invited me to come to his home for dinner, a huge honor in China. I was still suspicious. He seemed to know too much. I thought that dinner might just be a ruse to trap me, but there was another part of me that said to trust him. My policy was to follow the old Ronald Reagan strategy of ‘Trust, but verify.’ I accepted the invitation.

“I took a taxi to the location he had told me to go to, but I didn’t go directly to the address. Instead, I asked the driver to keep driving. We drove a few blocks down the road, and then I walked around the area, looking for anything suspicious and for possible escape routes if I needed to leave in a hurry.

“Simon would later tell me that he had contacts in the hotel I was staying in who had been instructed to look out for me and alert him if they saw me. I didn’t know it then, but Simon would soon play a huge part in my life, and we would grow to be very close friends.

“When I went into the home, the house was filled with some of the most amazing aromas I have ever smelled in my life. Simon was an amazing, world-class chef! He warmly welcomed me into his home and showed me around. It is not easy to explain, but we had an immediate connection. Simon was a new friend, but it felt as if I had known him for years.

“I later went and spent time with his parents and grandparents. I am usually very secretive about my vision and projects for China, but with Simon’s family I shared exactly what God had called me to do. I shared with them about my ideas regarding the movement of God in the world and what I felt God had told me regarding the future of China and the Chinese underground House Church. Upon hearing my story, Simon’s grandmother took me by the hand, looked intensely in my eyes, and asked me one of the strangest questions I had ever been asked: ‘Would you like to be adopted by our family?’

“I heard the words that she said but immediately thought that I must not be able to understand her Chinese. She asked again, ‘Would you like to be adopted by our family?’ As she said it again, I realized that I did in fact understand the words coming out of her mouth; they just didn’t make sense to me. Why would I want to be adopted? I was more than forty years old. The time to adopt me was over. Besides, I had my own mother, father, and grandparents.

“I began to tell myself that maybe the family needed money or some ‘golden goose’ to help their family with financial problems and saw that this foreigner might provide them with a way out of poverty. I took that opportunity to reiterate that I was only a missionary who was financially poor and had nothing to offer. The grandmother looked at me. You could tell from the expression on her face that my financial status had never even crossed her mind.

The grandmother was persistent. She felt that God was telling her to bring me into her family. I also felt the presence of the Lord and humbly accepted their great honor. Together, we went through the entire official process. I filled out all of the paperwork and, upon completion, we had an official ceremony marking the time when I became an adopted member of Simon’s family.

From that day on, Simon and I became inseparable ministry partners. Whenever people saw us and asked who we were, I jokingly replied that we were brothers. This was funny to everyone who witnessed it, because it was obvious that this Chinese man and a Western European were not brothers. We would always tell people that we had different mothers but the same Father. Simon became my partner in crime to print the Bible in China. He turned out to be an amazingly resourceful man.

“Once we decided to print the Bible in China, we quickly arrived at the same conclusion: It couldn’t be done. But we just continued to believe in God. I began to bring the Chinese Bible to Simon in pieces. Simon had been a photography instructor and had many students who had graduated and started their own businesses.

“Simon’s former students were everywhere, and they all welcomed us with warm and open arms. Everywhere we went, Simon would joke with them as he introduced me as his brother. After the formalities of meeting with the photography shop owners, we began to talk about our objectives. Eventually, we were able to find a place to make the film for the Bible printing. After some time, I received a phone call letting me know that the film was complete. The film was rolled up in newspaper when I picked it up.

“Once we had the film in our hands, we began to meet with each of the students again to see if we could get the Bible printed. When the students saw us coming, they were excited, I think for two reasons. One, they loved Simon. He really knew how to make a grand entrance and make his presence known. He didn’t have much money, but no one knew that. Simon was able to present himself in a way that impressed people and made them think that he had a lot of money. He knew only two English words, and he used them all the time, which made a big impression on the rural Chinese who thought Simon must have been really cultured to be able to speak English. Little did they know that the only two phrases Simon knew were “No problem” and “Sit down, please.”

He used those two phrases all the time and was really good at pronouncing them well. The other reason I think they were excited to see us is that they saw a foreigner, i.e., an opportunity to make money. One by one, we shared with them our desire to print the Bible. Each time we told one of them, their heart would sink and they would hang their head in disappointment. ‘Dear honorable teacher, you are always welcome in our place. We would do anything to please you and assist you, but we are unable to help you on this project,’ they would often say in reply.

“I understood their challenge. If they agreed to help us, their livelihood would be in danger. At that time a law had just come out that said that anyone caught printing a Bible would be arrested, their business confiscated, and they would be given a minimum of seven years in prison. We visited twelve to fifteen different photography shops, all of which were owned by Simon’s former students, but every one of them was reluctant to help us. Even though I understood, I still found the fact that they wouldn’t print the Bible a bit perplexing. I mean, we were traveling in the kinds of places that I had never been to before in the interior of China. These printers said they were not able to print Bibles illegally because the risk was too high, but most of them printed many illegal things that I considered to be much more dangerous than printing the Bible. They were printing pornography and antigovernment and anti-Communist materials. Personally, I thought that those materials were more damning for the government than a mere religious book.

“More time passed, and we visited all potential printing places Simon could think of. We traveled to places far from the city center and met with people who really knew the underground printing world well. We searched high and low and came up empty-handed. We felt that this vision was directly from the Lord and were really confused. If God wanted us to do this, then why were all of the doors closing on us? If God truly had given us the vision to print these Bibles in China, then why did every road lead to a dead end?

[One day] “Simon had returned to the city. We were standing in the town square, and a sense of depression descended upon me. I looked at him and said, ‘Simon, we have done all that we can do. There is nothing more than can be done.’

“‘We haven’t done all that we can do,’ he replied.

“‘Of course we have. Is there a place that we have not tried? Do you know someone else that we haven’t talked to yet? It seems that everyone has turned us away because it is just too dangerous to print Bibles in China.’

“‘No. We have not tried that place.’

“I turned to look at the place he was pointing to. I saw a massive building within walking distance with a big red banner draped across the front. As I began to make sense of the bold Chinese characters on the banner, I realized what Simon was proposing was suicide!

“‘We can’t go there!’ I said quickly. ‘No way!’

“‘Why not?’ he replied.

“I looked at his face, expecting there to be a smirk or a laugh; maybe he was trying to lighten the mood from all of our disappointments. But as I studied him, I realized that he had a look of seriousness in his eyes. He wasn’t joking.

“I looked back up at the banner. The sign indicated that the building in front of us was the official printing headquarters for the Chinese government.

“‘How can we honestly tell the Lord that we have done all that we could if we have not?’ he said indignantly. ‘I cannot go to the Lord and tell Him in good conscience that I have done everything in my power to do what I believe He has called us to do. There is a printing press right there in front of us; all we have to do is try.’

“He was serious and had to be stopped. ‘Simon! Look at that building. It is the official printing press. Take a good long look at those guards. If we go over there with our request, it is possible they will shoot us. This is not funny. We are talking about a serious situation here.’

“Simon had made up his mind. He believed strongly that a believer who has been given a task from the Lord such as this one must put all of his or her trust in the Lord. Only walking by faith will allow us to see the glory of the Lord.

“I tried to reason with him, but he compelled me to trust in the Lord. I was encouraged by his faith but grounded by reason. As I looked at Simon, I knew that this was something he felt strongly about, and he would go into that building with or without me. On the other hand, I felt that it was not only hopeless to try, but we were needlessly endangering our lives and work.

“It was at that moment that I wondered what kind of family I had been adopted into. I was reluctant to go, but as I looked back at Simon, he looked at me with a smirk on his face, patted me on the back, and said his famous phrase, ‘No problem.’

“Together we walked to the main gate. We didn’t have an appointment with anyone (you don’t just walk up to one of these places unannounced). Simon boldly approached one of the guards—acting as if he had every right to walk into any top-security area in China—and said, ‘Hello, I need to speak with the director. Can you please let him know that I am here?’

“The guards did exactly as they were told without missing a beat. They called the director on his direct line. ‘Sir, there are two gentlemen here who have arrived without an appointment and would like to see you,’ the guard said. I could hear the voice on the other end of the phone reply, ‘Send them up to the fourth floor. I am waiting for them.’

I stood still. The guard motioned for us to go on up. I looked over at Simon in disbelief, but he didn’t look back. He was acting like things were going along just as he had envisioned.

“We arrived on the fourth floor and walked into the director’s office. The office looked as large as a full-sized basketball court. It was decorated in hand-carved rosewood and made a very imposing impression on everyone who entered that office door. I could tell right away that this was a guy with enough power to have us arrested on the spot. I didn’t know exactly how to start the conversation. I mean, how do you begin? Hello sir, I know that you are employed by the government to print its most important propaganda in this country of more than one billion people, but would it also be possible for you to print this here Bible that has been outlawed? What we were doing was absurd in every way.

“‘Hello, hello,’ he said warmly. ‘Please come in and sit. How may I help you?’

“‘We have come to see about having this book printed,’ Simon explained to him. Coming from behind, I slowly unwrapped the Bible that I had been carefully concealing. This was the point of no return. Once I handed him the Bible and he saw what we were doing, there would be no explaining our way out of this.

“I slowly reached across to give him the Bible. He took it, looked at the cover, and ran his hands over the surface. He opened the Bible and flipped through the pages quickly, as if to examine the quality of the binding and to gauge the paper thickness. He then turned to a certain passage in Genesis. He flipped through the chapters in Genesis deliberately as if he knew exactly what he was looking for. I stood there in shock as he began to read a story from the book of Genesis! He read aloud the story of Ishmael. After he read the passage, he asked us, ‘Are you Christians?’

“The room was silent. His question echoed in the room as well as in our minds. It took only a few seconds to answer, but the silence seemed to linger for an eternity.

“‘Yes,’ we said, refusing to deny the name of Christ, but still confused as to what would happen next.

“‘Well then, doesn’t that make you sons of Abraham?’ he asked as a matter of fact. We nodded our heads in agreement. ‘So am I. I, too, am a son of Abraham,’ he said as he handed back the Bible, indicating that he was actually a Muslim. Immediately, he asked, ‘How many books do you want me to print?’ I was not able to answer. I was in a state of shock. ‘No matter, I will call you when I have the sample ready.’ We shook hands, turned, and walked out the door—just like that!

“God is amazing, but the miracles were not done yet. Two weeks later, I received a call telling me that my package was finished. I met Simon and we traveled there together. I arranged to get a small fold-up bag to carry the book or books in and also had stuffed my pockets with the needed cash because I had made it clear that we were not paying for the samples until the product was complete. I didn’t want a situation where I paid for a project that was later reported to the authorities so the printer could take my money while I was detained by the police.

“When we arrived at the printing headquarters, we met with the Muslim fellow, and he led us down to a storage area. He walked up to these two massive doors and opened them. I almost fell over—the room was filled with Bibles! The stacks were higher than I have ever seen in my entire life. There were thousands of them.

“I dropped the small bag that I brought to carry them in; it was useless now. I couldn’t fit twenty thousand Bibles in my pitiful duffel bag. We now had a huge load of Bibles in China, sitting in the warehouse of the Communist printing headquarters! There was no way on earth we could get these Bibles out of the building undetected. I looked over at Simon and asked, ‘Great! What in the world are we going to do now?’ Simon just smiled and replied, ‘No problem.’

“Simon had a friend during elementary school who had sat next to him in class. As I said earlier, in China, it’s not about what you know but who you know. Simon pulled out a phone and called his old classmate. I didn’t know it then, but his old school chum was the commanding officer of the entire southern China armed forces. I could hear Simon using very polite language when talking with him over the phone. The commanding officer talked with him, and after some time asked Simon, ‘Simon, what is it I can do for you?’

“‘Well, we happen to have a very sensitive document of a secure nature here at the Communist printing headquarters, and we would like some assistance in getting it to another location.’

“I could not hear the reply, but they talked for a little longer and then Simon hung up the phone. I asked him what his friend said, and Simon smiled at me and said, ‘He said, “No problem.’”

“Within minutes, a huge military truck came barreling our way. There were three men sitting in the truck and two men hanging on both sides. They backed the truck up to the warehouse and began to load all of the ‘sensitive, top-secret’ documents. We didn’t even lift a finger; the soldiers loaded it all on the truck in no time. Simon told the driver that we needed the ‘sensitive’ materials to be taken to the airport. The distance from the printing headquarters to the airport was thirty to forty miles [thirty-eight to sixty-four kilometers].

During that time in China, there were many roadblocks on the way to the airport to check documentation. Though there were several roadblocks between us and the airport, we were never stopped once. As we drove up to the checkpoints, the police and soldiers saluted us and allowed us to pass without ever checking the cargo.

“When we arrived at the airport, we had another problem: there was no way to fly this cargo to Beijing on any of the shipping routes. We had looked into all the different options and nothing was working out at the airport. Simon looked at me when I was at the peak of my frustration and said in perfect English, ‘No problem.’

“While he was in school—something I believe God had planned all along—on one side of him sat the future commanding officer of the southern armed forces in China, and on the other side sat a boy who would become the director of China’s largest cargo company. Simon called his other friend and told him he had ‘top-secret’ military cargo that he needed to be flown to Beijing. His friend said that he would arrange it right away. Within minutes, we had the military truck pull onto the tarmac of the heavily-guarded airport.

“I was standing below the plane just in awe. I had never seen the nose of a plane open up like that. The truck pulled up to the plane, and the soldiers worked together with the crew to load up every single box of Bibles. I was not allowed to fly with the cargo, so I walked inside the airport and got on the next flight to Beijing.

“I called Brother Yun and our other friends who still live in China today to come and help us at the Beijing airport. There were thirteen people in Beijing waiting for the plane to land. I wish I had brought my camera! These Chinese brothers were hiding behind trees and watching the planes intently as they came in, trying to see if the plane with the Bibles was landing. It was late in the evening, and Brother Yun and the rest of the team had brought several vehicles to help with transportation. To get into the cargo area, they had to register their names. They all registered with fake names.

“Small vehicles came, pulling a train of carts loaded with the Bibles. Sitting next to the driver of one small vehicle was Simon. He was just smiling and laughing as if we were all having the best time of our lives. I opened the back door of one of the carts loaded with Bibles. As I opened the door, I noticed that the big red Chinese characters for “Bible” had been written on the box. I looked at the other boxes, and they, too, had been written on. All of the boxes had the words Shengjing written on them in enormous bright red ink. Immediately, I thought we had been compromised.

“‘Simon! Look! Someone has written the word ‘Bible’ on all of these boxes.’

Simon began laughing. This guy was really having the best time of his entire life.

“‘I did that,’ Simon said. ‘As the soldiers were loading and unloading God’s Word, I took out a red marker and put the word ‘Bible’ on every box.’

“‘Why? Why would you do something like that?’

“‘Because,’ he explained, ‘I wanted to see if God was truly with us.’

“‘Please do not ever do that again.’

“Before morning came, we had loaded all of the Bibles into privately-owned vehicles and were able to ship them out all over China to Christians who were hungry to have the Word of God. Not one Bible was lost from that operation.

“The miracles, of course, did not stop there. They happen every time we do a Bible printing.

A few months after that miraculous airlift, the situation changed when one of the delivery company workers was loading Bibles and a box broke open, revealing the illegal contents. Once again, Simon called his friend and asked for a temporary shelter for our ‘sensitive items.’ The army trucks came and picked up all of the cargo and took it to an ammunition depot guarded by around fifteen thousand troops. I have often wondered if the government will ever know what critical role they play in the domestic Bible printing we continue to do to this day.”

The Underground Church

Dr. Eugene Bach is a known trouble-maker with an active imagination and sinful past. He has a PhD, but is not a real doctor, so please do not call for him during a medical emergency on an airplane when someone is having a heart attack. Eugene started working for Back to Jerusalem in the year 2000 after a backroom deal involving Chinese spies, the NRA, Swiss bankers, and a small group of Apostolic Christians that only baptize in Jesus’ name. He spends most of his time in closed countries attempting to topple governments by proclaiming the name of Jesus and not taking showers. From time-to-time he pretends to be a writer. He is not good at it, but everyone around him tries to humor him.

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