What a privilege it was to experience a truly life-changing trip to China in August! We’ve never experienced such a hunger for the gospel.
The Bible distributions often got a bit chaotic, with pushing and shoving as desperate hands reached out to grab one. Messy but beautiful all at once. I can’t imagine that the crowds around Jesus were well-behaved… nor did He expect them to be.
Sometimes the thought of preaching the gospel or ministering through music in a foreign land can be intimidating. How do I speak? What do I say? What if it comes out wrong?
But when we take the focus off of DOING, and focus on just BEING authentic people whose lives have been radically changed by the incredible love of Christ—that’s all God asks of us.
And so, when you look past the utter-lack-of-privacy washrooms, the 20+ courses at every meal of “don’t-even-ask-what-kind-of-meat-that-is,” the crazy no-rules horns-blaring traffic, the chaos and the discomfort...you see the little boy who couldn’t fit inside the church packed like sardines, breaking every fire code there is.
You see how he’s climbed up outside the church wall and perched in the windowsill, his phone stretched out recording your every word because he doesn’t want to miss a thing.
You see the grandma, after you’ve prayed for her severely ill grandson, saying, “I will never, ever forget you.” You see the tears in the eyes of the young girl who raises her hand at the salvation call, and you know she really gets it.
You don’t just see them. You SEE them.
You see them and you smile, because joy is contagious and kindness is in every language. You hold tightly to a hand that reaches out to grab yours or you stay in a hug just a little bit longer.
And you choose to believe that the love of God stretches way beyond a language barrier and the Spirit moves in more powerful ways than you can even imagine.