Due to dire family circumstances, Mei En had to drop out of school in the 6th grade and begin working. Her brother and sisters all have had much better educational opportunities than she, but she never has a bitter word to say. She lovingly supports them in their endeavors and joyfully shares with others the difference that Jesus made in her family once her mother became a believer and led the rest of the family to Him.
My coworker and I had lived in China just a few months before meeting a local sister who would eventually become our closest national partner. After a few months of personally discipling her, during which we shared our burden to reach the Hui with the Gospel, she offered to introduce us to her pastor. We excitedly agreed to meet with him. Hanging on the walls of his office were many maps: one of our city, one of China, and one of the Middle East. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that the pastor himself had a heart to reach Muslims.
After our Bible study a Han Chinese girl came and sat on the couch next to me. I could see she had something heavy on her mind. She started explaining that China was not like America, something I had already noticed.
She said only 100 years ago in this country most people had never heard the good news about Jesus. She then asked, “When those people died, what happened to them?”