I am sick at heart. One of our long time readers from Indonesia sent me an e-mail of a testimony written by a young woman who, along with her family, endured a nightmare. After reading it, I was numb. There was a delayed reaction. Fifteen minutes later I cried out hard and loud. Because I attempt to expose the works of darkness, I am often called a hatemonger. In our article on Islam I noted that Muhammad had a 9 year old wife who he took to bed. I also noted that he got wealth for his religion by killing (even during peace time) and plundering. It is also taught that there are women chained in paradise for men's pleasure. What you are about to read is totally consistent with what I know about Islam. Someone will e-mail me and tell me it isn't so, but it is. The world recoils from Muslim countries like Iran, Pakistan, and Iraq. I saw a clip on world news where 5 year old kids were shouting that they would commit suicide in "holy" war against the U.S. The kids looked hateful and deadly serious. Exceeding strange.
Reading this reminds us that we are entering perilous times. Some may say, "They've been perilous a long time, Tracy." I'm not talking about status quo persecution, my friend. Jesus said that in the very last days, this world will be worse than at ANY time in history. There will be levels of evil previously unknown. We are going into new territory. These are also exciting times for the return of the Lord draweth ever nigh.
Gracious reader, open your eyes and see what people are going through at the hands of Islam. The victim's account you are about to read will touch you. Determine that you will walk circumspectly redeeming the time for the days are evil.
So many people complain about hell. Well, I for one am GLAD that God is just. The wicked will not go unpunished. Their reward awaits them in the lake of fire. I'm GLAD God is Righteous and I'm GLAD His name is Holy. Yes, I love every aspect of God. I don't take Him in part. I embrace all that He is--Saviour and Judge.
One last thought. As I wept over this thing it came into my mind that God sees each and every reprobate work of man. He saw every second of this tragedy and similar tragedies all over the world. I don't care if it is dark as midnight God sees it like noonday. Everything is exposed and naked to Him. Silly Wiccans dancing naked under the moonlight worshipping some trees and animals, sicko Satanists sacrificing kids, adults and animals, a man committing adultery on his wife, a foolish girl giving up her virginity to a boy that hates her, child abuse, a doctor tearing a living child limb from limb during an abortion, criminals squalling and torturing each other, a deacon looking at some porno...the scenarios go on and on. You can best believe that the accounts will be settled in that last day--time will not always exist my friends.
I received this comment from a brother who was reared in a Muslim family. It was written in response to the article you are about to read:
Dear Tracy,Keep up the good work on your web site. I find it infuriating and heart renching to hear things like this (www.Jesus-is-Lord.com/barbaric.htm). I was brought up in a muslim family, and I can tell you from experience that this is the way it is all of the time. Even from my own family I received psychological torture (not to mention physical). I praise God for bringing me out of bondage and setting me free, and giving me explosive vision and joy.
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Read this and forward to all friends. Do pray for them and for us !!!
Subject: Jakarta Situation
Dear friends,
Please forward this "Yellow Ribbon" to all friends around the world to show our solidarity and sympathy for the victims of the riots and chaos in Indonesia last May 13-15. Many Chinese Indonesian citizens were abused, tortured and killed. Their houses and stores were looted and burnt.
Hundreds of Chinese Indonesian girls/women (aged 10-55) were sexually harassed and gang raped brutally. Some victims were even raped in front of their family members or in front of inhuman cheering crowd. Some of them were even thrown into the fire and burnt to death after being raped. Yet, not many actions seem to have been taken to investigate all this or to help the victims. And not very many people seem to know or care about what happened. Please help to spread the news and let the world know. We need help to get more international attention to help Chinese Indonesians, who are now living in fear in Indonesia.
ANOTHER E-MAIL CAME THIS INFORMATION: FORWARDED FROM MISSION NET'S URGENT PRAYER NETWORK
Source: Christian Leaders Association 21 June, 1998. Jakarta, Indonesia
Dear friends,
Here I submit a victim's account of being raped during the May riots here in Jakarta. Reference to Huaran Bulletin Board June 12, 1998. The purpose is to request your prayers for hundreds of similar victims.
"My name is Vivian, and I am 18 years old. I have a little sister and brother. As a family we live in what is supposed to be a "secure" apartment. At 9.15 am, May 14th, 1998 a huge crowd had gathered around our apartment. They screamed, "Let's butcher the Chinese!", "Let's eat pigs!", "Let's have a party!" We live of the 7th floor and we got a call from a family on the 3rd floor saying that the crowd had reached the 2nd floor. They even chased some occupants upstairs. We were all very frightened. In our fright we prayed and left everything in God's hands. Afterward we left our room and went upstairs to the top floor, as it was impossible to go downstairs and escape.
We got to the 15th floor and stayed with some friends. Not long afterwards we were surprised because some of the crowd coming out of the elevators right before we entered the room. We hurried into the room and locked the door tightly. At that time we heard them knock at the other rooms loudly and there were some screams from women and girls. Our room was filled with fear. We realized that they would come to us. So we spread throughout the room hiding in the corners.
We could hear girls of 10 to 12 years old screaming, "Mommy, ...mommy...mom...mom...it hurts" That time I didn't know that these little girls were being raped. After about half an hour the noise diminished and we had some guts to go out and check. It was indescribable. A lot, some of them young girls, were lying on the floor. "Oh my God, what has happened?" Seeing all of this we screamed and my little sister Fenny, screamed hysterically and hugged her father.
Tears started coming down from my eyes. With our friends, a newly-wed couple, we started going downstairs. Reaching the 10th floor, we heard a scream for help. The scream was very clear and we decided to go down and see. But as we turned we saw a lot of people. I saw a woman in her 20s being raped by 4 men. She tried to fight back but she was held down tightly. Realizing the danger we ran as hard as we could. But unfortunately the mob caught Fenny. We tried to rescue her, but could not do anything.
There were about 60 of them. They tied us up with ripped sheets, myself, my father, my mother Fenny, Donny, UncleDodi and my Aunt Vera. They led us to a room. Uncle Dodi asked what they wanted, but they did not reply. They looked evil and savage. One of them grabbed Fenny roughly and dragged her to a sofa. At that time I knew she was in great danger. I screamed loudly but one of the mob slapped me in my face. My father who also screamed was hit with a piece of wood and he fainted. My mother has fainted when Fenny was dragged to the sofa.
I could only pray and pray that disaster would not befall us. Uncle Dodi kept trying to stop them by offering money. His efforts were fruitless. And in the end 5 people raped Fenny. Before beginning with the raping they always said "Allahu Akbar" (an islamic phrase in arabic meaning "God is great". They were ferocious and brutal.
Not long afterward, around 9 men came to the room and dragged me. I also saw them forcing and dragging my Aunt Vera. But at that time I passed out and everything went blank. I became conscious at around 5 or 6 pm. My head hurted and I realized I had no clothing on my body. I cried and realized my family was still there. My father was hugging my mother and little bother Doni. I also saw uncle Dodi lying on the floor and Aunt Vera was crying over his body. I felt so weak and fainted again.
The next day I was in the Pluit hospital. My father and mother were beside me. With all the pains on my body I asked, "Mom, why Fenny. Mom?" I felt a stinging pain as I said these words. My cheeks were swollen. My mother cried again and couldn't speak any words, while my father, holding back his tears, managed to smile at me. After 4 days in treatment, my condition has improved. With a sad look, my father told me then what had happened.
After I fainted 7 people raped me. At that time my father still couldn't see well after being hit with a piece of wood. They raped me repeatedly. Then my father said "Vivian, Fenny is gone..." I was confused and cried out, "Why Dad?" My father couldn't answer. He told me to rest and went out of the room. I cried over and over again, feeling that my life had no meaning any more.
A week ago, after I was released from the hospital I was told everything that had happened. When Fenny was raped she kept on fighting and so she was repeatedly slapped by her rapists. The last time she fought Fenny spitted on one of them. Offended, the man grabbed a knife and stabbed Fenny's stomach over and over again. Finally she died with blood over her whole body.
My father told me that uncle Dodi had the same fate watched by aunt Vera who was also raped. "God...why should all of this happen? Where are you God? Are you still alive?" My aunt Vera now stays with her parents. She is in shock. Her face is blank and refuses to eat. Almost every hour my mother and I cry over all these happenings. I can never forget. These mobs of people are uncivilized monsters."
Additional comments from Bill Hekman: This is one of many victims. Hundreds of women and children were raped, mutilated and killed by Muslim mobs. Some had their vaginas ripped apart, their bodies cut into pieces. Over 5000 of the Chinese Indonesian's shops were looted and burned down. A few days ago anther 63 shops were burned in Tegal, Central Java. The city of Solo is burned down. There is no protection and no justice in this country any more.
Yesterday I was in the Kelapa Gading area and that area was spared from destruction. The police and military had guarded all the entry roads. The people there had collected large sums of money from door to door and paid for their protection. A similar situation took place in the Pondok Indah area. For the people who cannot pay millions to the armed forces there is no protection.
Right now the hundreds of thousands of thugs, robbers, rapist, and killers live all around us. They are our neighbors. There is no punishment for the criminals and no justice for the victims. Yet, all Indonesians call themselves believers in God almighty. What a hypocrisy. Shouting "God is great" when raping women and children is a blasphemy against a Holy God. Pray that God will anoint His preachers and missionaries throughout this nation with the power of the Holy Spirit to preach the message of repentance. God's word in 2 Chronicles 7:14 needs to be proclaimed boldly.
There is no room for preachers filled with fear who think of evacuation and other selfish plans. Pray for Revival in all our churches. Some Christians are putting signs on their shops "Owned by Muslim". May God forgive them. Healing of this nation filled with crime and unjustice is bringing God's judgement and punishment. Healing and Salvation can only come with a national repentance at all levels in the government, armed forces and society.
Then we need to share the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. Christ is the One and Only Savior. No one will ever receive forgiveness and see heaven except through God's appointed Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.
Thank you for standing with us now. God bless you. In His grace,
follow a child...a child's world is made of spirits and miracles. we
sometimes think that children should follow us, listen to us, become
like us. follow a child closely for an hour not to teach or to
discipline, but to learn and to laugh -sark-
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