I prayer-walked around the county. When I was walking on a bridge, my heart was praying for His guidance throughout this holy month for Muslim families (the fasting month). In the next 10 minutes, I heard a sheep’s crying voice. I looked for the location of the voice and found it came from a distant deep valley. A lost sheep was wandering nowhere and crying for the way home. The sheep was lost!!
Finding a hiding place to contemplate and pray is always my secret to seek for His strength, His presence, His promise and His guidance. Having a chance recently I found a field plain up on a mountain. Sitting on a rock, I looked across the field and privately meditated in prayer. The words in Isaiah 40:3-5 spoke to me.
As a mom of a gaggle of small children, I can honestly admit that when we are out and about I don’t really pay that much attention to the other people around me. My focus is generally on my kids and making sure that as we travel from Point A to Point B, all heads, hands, and accessories are accounted for.
A mega-city. 1.5% percent Hui. And the Hui are definitely unreached … hardly any known believers. It’s a spiritually dark place.
One family is enough to reach all these people, right?
God called us to Asia with a burden for the Hui. Since we arrived we have intentionally shared our burden for Muslims with our local partners. God has blessed us with the opportunity to disciple and befriend a sister, Rebecca. She has watched us serve a neighboring Hui family who own a local noodle shop as well as share the Gospel with them. We’ve talked with her about the importance of reaching the unreached. She has become a close friend and has picked up our passion to share with Muslim people groups in East Asia.
Upon arriving in Asia we knew that we did not only want to personally reach out to the Hui, but we also wanted to equip our national friends to do the same. They not only have perfect language abilities, but local culture is engrained in their hearts while we will only be able to study it. The things that we simply understand to be offensive in this culture actually offend them and the things that we merely intellectually ascend to in order to be polite are received by them as acts of true love.