God of the Strangers
The gospel does not erase the challenges of being a stranger, but God meets us in them.
Firsthand accounts of faith lived out in the context of Chinese Christianity.
The gospel does not erase the challenges of being a stranger, but God meets us in them.
Somewhere between Kunming and Beijing, between my father’s clickety-clack and this near-silent glide, I realized how much the world can change in a lifetime—and how faith, like memory, must find its voice again amid the noise and speed of progress.
Learning a few phrases in a few Chinese dialects was very challenging for me, but it is one of the best and most meaningful ways to engage with and minister alongside Chinese communities.
Contact between Africa and China occurred from the fourth century BC to the thirteenth century AD through the Silk Route but even earlier, the “Han (202 BCE-220 CE) had been in contact with Africa” through trade.
His story reminded me of my mother’s perseverance through her own trials—a resilience that rarely announced itself but became a legacy to the next generation.
When we peel back the layers of opposition we face in ministry, we often find something nasty and dark disguised within ourselves, calling out for “innocent clout,” legitimate influence, or ministerial camaraderie, but is it really just that we want to be liked?
He carried a knightly spirit, expansive in presence, yet gentle in manner, his manner free of the aloofness common among intellectuals. I knew immediately: this was the mentor I had been seeking.
God also moved me to become a channel of the gospel to my family, friends, classmates, childhood companions, and even strangers I meet.
All missionary children inherit a legacy of living in a third culture and being home everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Through pictures and videos of the affected areas alone, we can deeply sympathize with the difficulties of the victims.
Beyond the story of suffering lies the sacred narrative of how the church continues to be the church.
I realized I had a spiritual inheritance I had turned a blind eye to.