One Young Believer’s Intentional Witness Bears Fruit

I believe Jesus came to save all people from their sins. I believe there are no ethnic boundaries that may keep someone from believing in Jesus. Praise God that He loves all the different peoples He has created. God has given me a heart to share the Gospel with Muslims. I am Han, but many Chinese Muslims live around and in my city. I am not very confident when sharing, but I still try. I am finding that God blesses my efforts to share the Gospel with the Muslims around me who have never heard. During one summer camp, I was partnered with a young women. Like most Muslims in my area, her family name is Ma. She had just taken the college entrance exam. She was very restless and anxious about her future. I took this opportunity to share a story with her about Moses’ sister and how brave she was to go up and speak to the princess. I shared with her that God blessed Moses’ sister with this ability to be stand bravely before the princess.  A few months later, I saw this young girl at a vocational school near my home. I believe God intentionally brought her close to me and that He wanted me to become her friend and share the Gospel with her. We were able to meet several times, and each time I would try to share truth with her. When we ate, I would pray over our meal. The fourth time we met, she asked for a Bible to read. I was so happy. I decided to ask her to come...

Education – My Way Out…

Among a ridge of large mountains in China sits a small beautiful valley that is home to my Hui village. My family has lived there for generations. It is a poor life, but it is the only life we have ever known until now. After attending junior high, I went to technical school just like all the other kids in the village. I learned a trade and began working. My parents were happy. I was making money, but I was not happy. I wanted a different life. I dreamed about the world. I wanted out of the village. I began studying every night. Every free moment, I taught myself everything a student would learn in high school. I learned English, Chinese history, Chinese grammar, literature, math and science. I studied them all. Then I took the high school, self-study graduation test. I passed! I finally had a way out. When I informed my parents I was leaving for the big city to attend college, they were not happy. They wanted me to stay home and work. They believed I had a stable life. They were also afraid that at the university I would be taught to reject my Muslim faith. It is said and believed by many in China that knowledge is found inside the gates of the university while religion is left outside. By going into the university, my family and community feared I would walk away from Islam. I have lived in the big city now for many years. I enjoy studying at the university. I hope to write many books someday. I am still Muslim culturally,...

What am I really afraid of?

This is day 22 of 32. Throughout April, we will be posting daily. We invite you to learn about Chinese Muslims and pray with us for God’s glory to be made known among them. If you would like to read other posts in this series, you can find them here or download the prayer guide here. When I was in college, I heard about a girl who had decided to follow the Way. I knew that her family was Hui, and it must have been hard for them to accept her choice. I couldn’t help but wonder, What must her family have thought when they heard? Were the consequences as serious as other people said? But I was so excited for her! She was so brave! To follow what she believed to be true no matter what the consequences — that was truly courageous! Wait … she hasn’t told them? How could that be? I thought she was so confident. How, after all this time, has she never told her family? Before you begin to judge, let me confess that I’m the girl. I am so ashamed to admit that after being a follower of Jesus for almost three years, I still have never told my family. Despite my faith in Christ, the fear of what could happen paralyzes me. If they don’t accept it, they might disown me forever! And yet … if they do understand, might they believe as well? Could it be that we might all follow Him together? I know what I need to do. Now that I know the Truth, it’s my responsibility to...

Sophia – Seeking hope and meaning…

This is day 11 of 32. Throughout April, we will be posting daily. We invite you to learn about Chinese Muslims and pray with us for God’s glory to be made known among them. If you would like to read other posts in this series, you can find them here or download the prayer guide here. Sophia* awoke and smiled as she looked around, thankful to be back home with her family for summer break. She did a double-take as she walked by a mirror and saw her hair down for the first time in six months. While she was in Pakistan she had hardly ever taken off her head covering for fear of drawing attention to herself. Her dad had heard that people often became targets for the militant Pakistani Muslims if they don’t follow the pillars of Islam, so he made her promise to keep her head covered at all times for her own safety. Sophia was so happy to be home where she could feel carefree. Sitting down with a cup of tea, Sophia watched the stillness outside. Shops were not yet open, the sun was rising over the mountains in the east, and a few older men who had been to mosque sat chatting with one another and waiting to have breakfast. Missing was the chaos, the frenetic activity, the sound of gunshots or car bombs. Just before she left her father has told her, “You don’t want anyone to notice you, so just move about quietly, don’t do anything, ANYTHING to draw attention to yourself.” She soon learned what that meant, and stuck close...

The Man of My Dream

This is day 6 of 32. Throughout April, we will be posting daily. We invite you to learn about Chinese Muslims and pray with us for God’s glory to be made known among them. If you would like to read other posts in this series, you can find them here or download the prayer guide here. As a child I had the most wonderful dreams – dreams of sweet- smelling flowers and grassy fields, of heaven and angels and the laughter of children. I knew that Allah sent these sweet dreams because he was pleased with me. After all, my mom and I prayed faithfully toward Mecca five times a day. But when I went away to college, life was full of new things to experience. Before long, I began to feel so guilty because of the things I had done. My heart grieved because Allah had not sent me one of his sweet dreams in a long time. I knew that he wasn’t pleased with me anymore, and as each day passed, the shame of who I had become grew deeper and deeper. One night I had a new dream. I saw a man – a man I had never met before, but my heart knew His name, Jesus. I watched as He picked up a nail and hammered it into the middle of the wood floor. He glanced at me, but I couldn’t figure out what He was doing. When I awoke, I was afraid and confused. A few months later, my neighbor began to tell me a story about God and a man named Jesus. “Jesus?”...

Once I was lost, but now I am found!

This is day 4 of 32. Throughout April, we will be posting daily. We invite you to learn about Chinese Muslims and pray with us for God’s glory to be made known among them. If you would like to read other posts in this series, you can find them here or download the prayer guide here. My name is Aaron* and I want share my life with you. I was born in northwest China in a Muslim city to a Muslim family. But I didn’t know much about the Islamic culture until I left home. When I started college, I had two Muslim roommates in my dormitory. They asked me to be a real Muslim guy, so we went to the mosque on Fridays. After college, I went back to my hometown. Sometimes when I felt down and sad, I went to the mosque to do the ritual prayers, but it didn’t help. I still felt sad because it was just a rite, a ceremony. I had a very good friend who suggested that I read the Bible. She said, “If you read it, you will know more about the Lord. You will know His words, which may help you.” But I thought it was the Christian’s book, so as a Muslim, I must not read it. However, she told me, “You can make your own choice. If it is the truth, it is not afraid to be put under the light. If it is not the truth, you can choose to give it up. Give yourself a chance to know God.” And then I started to read it....

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