The fifth and final installment in a series of weekly posts by Mr. Bae, the co-author with Pastor Foley of These are the Generations, the story of third generation North Korean Christians. For Part I, click here. In today’s concluding post, Mr. Bae details the very personal story of how he views North Korea’s concentration camps, in which his parents were imprisoned.
Today the North Korean state believes it is holding my mother and father prisoner in a North Korean concentration camp.
But today I believe that the North Korean state is mistaken.
My testimony is that God is in charge in North Korea, not Kim Il Sung.
My testimony is that whatever the enemy intends for evil, God intends for good.
The gates of a North Korean concentration camp are the gates of hell. And Jesus says in Matthew 16:18 that the gates of hell shall never prevail against a Christian on a mission.
Our mission is not to get ourselves out of prison, but to get the gospel in.
I praise God that he has managed to land two expert missionaries far behind enemy lines.
I believe that today my parents are continuing to win people to Christ right under the nose of their North Korean captors.
My parents were faithful to 1 Timothy 3:1-5, which says that before God entrusts us with a church we must be faithful to disciple our own family.
My parents discipled me and my brothers and sisters, and I stand before you today as living proof of their faithfulness.
That is why God has raised them up and entrusted them with one of the most important mission fields in the world: A North Korean concentration camp.
Let us pray for God to sustain their health and mind and spirit until they complete the mission he has entrusted to them. Scripture says he is able to keep them from falling.
Pray with me that many prisoners whose lives were destroyed by the North Korean state will find healing and wholeness through the faithful gospel witness of my parents, in their final days on earth.
Through my parents, his concentration camp pastors, may God snatch many from behind the gates of hell, just as God used them when I was a little boy to snatch me, too.