You Wouldn’t Know This, But…
: When we see and value others—even in something as ordinary as noticing someone patiently waiting for an order—God can use it for ministry.
: When we see and value others—even in something as ordinary as noticing someone patiently waiting for an order—God can use it for ministry.
This book is a study about the conversion processes for Chinese students studying in South Korea.
This blog post is the first of a series that will discuss the rise of the Chinese mission movement, particularly through the lens of university graduates. Today’s post will consider the historical background of this movement.
I was born in a Christian family and my grandma is a faithful Christian. She likes reading the Bible in the afternoon even though she only has a primary school education. At that age, I couldn’t understand what this meant to me, but seeds of faith were planted in my heart though I didn’t know it yet.
I no longer wallowed in self-pity as a piece of wild grass because such grass is also created by God and loved by God.
China is creating the avenues for people-to-people, education, and cultural exchanges. Christians should be among the first to respond to openings like this.
Even though I have been keenly aware of the immense changes that have taken place in China over the past few years, what I saw and experienced was more was more familiar to me than different.
In the face of adversity, we were asked a profound question: Are we willing to pay the price to follow Jesus? This period of persecution became a crucible, testing our faith and convictions.
[The young man] said that about a third of his contemporaries were interested in anything to do with the West, a third were staying with the Party to make sure of a stable future in China and a third, in his words, were “looking for God.”
I will never forget my parent’s exhortation as I left for Beijing: “Your parents and siblings will sometimes leave; only Jesus does not leave. . . . Regardless of where you end up, never forget Jesus. He is our family’s savior.” Even though by then my heart was already far from God, my parents’ words gave [me] a thread of comfort.
I was once lost but was bought by God at great price. I had been a confused Christian for many years, and there was no change in my life until God opened my spiritual eyes and made me see.
The next year went as hoped. I entered Peking University, and my father’s dreams were fulfilled. But the excitement was short-lived. Very quickly, my heart was restless again: What should my next step be? Take classes, join student organizations, make friends. . . My heart felt hollow.