Day Seven: A Hui Brother

Day Seven: A Hui Brother

One day, I found myself eating breakfast at a local Muslim restaurant, and I prayed before my meal. Noticing this, the restaurant owner came to me and asked if I was a believer. I told him that I was and then asked him about his family, a natural conversation topic in most any culture. As we talked, we began discussing the fact that our two faiths share many of the same prophets, and we enjoyed discussing many of the Old Testament stories.

Hope has a Name

Hope has a Name

Alicia and I have grown quite close over the past few months. I go and hang out in her family’s noodle shop with her in the mornings and we have time to chat, study some English phrases that will help her as she serves the large international student population that likes to frequent the restaurant, eat delicious noodles and develop a friendship.

Li Hua – Following Her Father’s Religion

Li Hua – Following Her Father’s Religion

Down a small dirt alley hidden in the middle of the city are old broken down apartment buildings with no running water, no toilets and no central heating or air. My friend, Li Hua, lives in one of these small studio apartments. Half of the apartment is taken up by a kang, a wooden box that is used as a bed as well as place to eat and sit. A small wood stove sits in the middle of the room surrounded by a few stools.

Ma Ying – Hope Found in Jesus

Ma Ying – Hope Found in Jesus

When Ma Ying’s six-year-old daughter came home from school one day saying she believed in Jesus, the reaction she received was of dismissal. “Who? What? No. We’re Hui. We’re Muslim,” she told her daughter. That was the first time she heard Jesus’ name. And thankfully, it wouldn’t be the last.

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