By Liu Wen
My name is Liu Wen, and I’m 80 years old this year; I accepted Almighty God’s work of the last days in 2006. Because of my age, I couldn’t go out and perform my duty like the other brothers and sisters, so the church leaders arranged for me to host gatherings. I was very happy to have a duty I could perform, and from then on I warmly welcomed brothers and sisters into my home; no matter when the gatherings were held, I never complained at all. So, I thought that I was devoted to God and that my actions were certainly acceptable to Him. However, when an exam found that I had colorectal cancer that had already become advanced, I did complain to God. Being exposed through this I saw my own incorrect pursuit.
A Sudden Illness Leaves Me Complaining
In June 2013 I started feeling a little physically unwell; I was getting diarrhea four or five times a day. I thought it was some sort of digestive issue, so I didn’t think too much of it. After some time I started seeing blood in my stool; I figured it was hemorrhoids, and I still didn’t pay it much mind, nor did I go to the doctor. Then one day I went to my sister’s house and she noticed I was looking jaundiced and had lost weight. She asked me, concerned, “Why have you gotten so thin? The woman right across the way was the same age as you and was having health issues that she ignored. Then when she did go to the hospital for a checkup she found out she had colorectal cancer. She spent a lot of money on treatments but never got better. She lost her life and her money. You really should go see a doctor as soon as possible and get a physical.” Hearing her say this was a little unsettling; I thought of how I’d been having consistent health problems for the last little while and wondered if there really was something wrong with me. After I got home I told my family about my symptoms; my son, my daughter, and her husband rushed me to the city hospital for a checkup. The doctor said that my condition was serious and told my son to get me to the provincial hospital as soon as possible for more tests. Hearing the doctor say that, my kids were on the verge of tears and rushed me to the provincial hospital. Realizing my condition had to be really serious, my heart leapt into my throat and tears welled up in my eyes. I thought, “What if I really do have intestinal cancer, and they’re having me transferred to another hospital because they can’t treat it?” My heart sank—if I really was going to die from this disease, wouldn’t my days as a believer be over?