A sweet Hui family, who own a hole in the wall restaurant, cooked up a special dish of “Big Plate Chicken” to serve on Thanksgiving evening to their foreign friends and special memories were made, deepening their relationship. Kiddos dressed up as angels and shepherds and heard the true story of Christmas while wearing costumes and having fun with their friends.
The other day, I felt more than I ever have before the longing for another to see the truth of the Gospel. A Chinese friend and I had just studied the Word and talked for a while about what we’d read, and I had tried as well as I knew how to explain the Gospel’s eternal importance. As far as I could tell, though, she had gone home with the same skewed views of Truth, of good and evil, right and wrong, that she’s had for the time I’ve known her. I felt helpless…
I recently read a book called Seasons of Waiting: Walking by Faith When Dreams are Delayed, by Betsy Childs Howard. While I initially read the book with singleness in mind, I soon realized that its truths apply to many aspects of life, particularly life overseas. Looking back, my journey of life overseas has been filled with seasons of waiting. To begin, I waited through several years of schooling in preparation for moving overseas. When that was finished, I waited almost five more years to gain professional experience and pay off my student loans. While I didn’t have to wait too long for a job opportunity to open up, the months leading up to my move were still filled with waiting and preparation. And now that I’m here, the waiting continues, in ways big and small.
Jordan, Emery, Amy and Mike: Jordan is a single young lady who is quickly noticed for her sweet spirit. She’s very introverted, but she does have an obvious and genuine like for people she meets. She’s gifted in learning languages, caring for people, and serving people in a way that makes the Gospel more real to the recipients. Emery is her best friend. Emery is also pretty introverted. She enjoys deep theological discussions, strategizing, and teaching. She and Jordan are both notably punctual people.
I’m not supposed to be here. And by that I mean I hadn’t planned on being here. I knew I’d be spending six months in Asia, and I had a particular city I intended to be in, but God changed the course of the trip about three weeks before I left the U.S. The assignment I’d requested had been changed to a city in a completely different region, with a team focused on a people group I had never heard of, the Hui.
Before I came to China, I imagined living in the middle of a Hui village and being totally immersed in their culture each and every day so that sharing the Gospel would be a natural part of everyday life. Instead, our family moved to a mega city where there are about 500,000 Hui – and that number is only a small fraction of the 22 million people living in the city.