Location: Beijing, China (about 6:45pm on the 16th of February)
It was an eerie feeling as I walked down the still-sleepy streets of Beijing today, realizing I am alone. Not only are most businesses closed and Beijing residents visiting family out of town, but my family left this morning for Hong Kong. My rapidly-obtained visa turned out to be a coveted business visa instead of a tourist visa (though I applied for the latter), and I was only permitted one entry into China, meaning I could not travel with my family.
Of course, I use "alone" flippantly; I am never alone with Jesus living in me. But it is true that I only know a couple people in this enormous city of people who do not speak a language I understand, eat cuisine that I know how to prepare, or who live in a neighborhood I know how to find. However, I did successfully purchase a few items from a couple of small convenience stores, and I prepared my own meal today, even if it merely required boiling frozen dumplings. I will note every success I can!
The grocery search, though, was my only venture out today; I plan to do more later this week. I chose to begin with a day of prayer and rest, knowing it would be valuable as I march forward. I am fighting a cold that I am sure is spiritual attack (though you could disagree with me by reminding me that my Romanian immune system shared meals with American germs in a Chinese incubation atmosphere), and I knew many places are still closed due to the New Year holiday.
In fact, my few days have been quite full of spiritual battle, similar to the thousands of fireworks that have been shot off this weekend and which continue to shatter the smog even tonight. For example, yesterday I wrestled with walking past beggars in a pedestrian tunnel, noting their deformities and ducking ashamedly from my urge to go to them and pray for them with a loving touch. I told myself that I would be unable to communicate with them, that my family and hundreds of other people were watching, and that they might not be able to "handle" sudden healing. So instead I failed, ignored the Lord, and walked on, trying to forget their faces that were mingling with those of other beggars who had sung their way through the subway trains during the previous two days.
Despite these struggles, I am abundantly blessed, even forgiven by a God whose grace outweighs my shortcomings. I told you that my Swiss hosts treated me royally, and they did. But now, more than ever, I am a king. I went from sharing humble quarters with other people during the past six months to now (this week) having two apartments completely to myself. Not only that, they are located in a hotel that looks like something out of a movie, a place where Hollywood stars should stay, where doors are opened for me by staff who greet me, where I have access to a large pool, hot tub, sauna, and workout gym, as well as internet, continental breakfast, and more. In fact, it is so much that I am a bit uncomfortable, but again reminded of Paul's precendent in knowing how to be content with much or little, I thank the Lord.
My brother, too, has been a very generous host. Like all brothers, we disagree sometimes, but it has been good to see him. Last Sunday, he agreed to take my family to a church we heard of; it was an interesting experience. That, coupled with some sites I ran across on the internet, made me ask myself if there are different degrees of Christians. Perhaps that is how I will spend my evening tonight: working out those thoughts.
Wherever this post finds you, know that I would be happy to pray for you from my post in China and send me an email. If you are the praying type, thanks for your prayers--I am still focused very much on discerning the details of my return to Romania in a few months. And if you feel alone today, think of me alone in Beijing, and remember that Jesus is with us both! Or if you do not know Him, He is just waiting for you to invite Him along!
I bless you in His Name!
This blog is your opportunity to travel with me wherever I am in the world, during both the mundane and exciting moments of life that I humbly recognize as holy. As I bare my life to you, may your reading take you beyond my words to the Word, beyond my life to the Life, beyond the chaos to the Truth, and beyond teachings to the Teacher--the Rabboni. I promise it will be an adventure, and by the end, may you, too, truly know the Way!
A Rose From Home
My Story (As prepared for my church congregation this spring--2009)
I have a story to tell you. I am the main character, but the story is not about me. I have traveled several parts of the world, but my adventure has been closer to home. I am twenty-six years old. My story begins like many of yours…
I grew up going to church. I had been born into a family who labeled themselves “Christian,” in a country that labels itself “Christian.” Every Sunday found me attending a worship service and Sunday school in a mainline denomination church. I served as an acolyte, attended Vacation Bible School, helped my dad count and record the offering money, sang in the youth choir, was a leader in the youth group, and occasionally served as liturgist. Baptized as an infant, I was confirmed at the age of twelve, thus becoming an “official” member of the church. Then, hurt by the church, my family left to find another.
Have you ever been hurt by the Church?
After months of searching, we settled into a very large independent church. Things were different there, and I was quickly welcomed and at home among new friends that truly had a passion for Jesus. The Word of God was taught boldly from the pulpit, and I was introduced to a missions-aware lifestyle. So it was with regret that I said goodbye only a couple of years later to move with my family to another church. I purposely remained aloof, not wanting to make new friendships before I left for college a year later. Besides, I was loosing my faith—or so I thought—and I didn’t want anyone to know. I was asking scary questions like “Is there really a God?” and, if so, “Is He the Christian God?” and “Would I be Christian if I had been born in another part of the world?”
Have you ever asked yourself unsettling questions about what you believe?
So I headed into college under a cloud of confusion that only worsened for the next two years. Though I didn’t know what I believed anymore, I continued to go to church every Sunday, and to help lead worship in chapel. Most importantly, even during this questioning, I continued my morning habit of daily study of the Bible. I had begun at age twelve, reading at first a chapter per day, then ten minutes each morning, then an half-hour, and so on. So, only by the grace of the very God I doubted, I remained anchored in His Word and in His community, though I felt like a fake most of the time. Since then I have learned that “fake” is the worst insult the world can give us; that is why the label of “hypocrite” is so offensive.
Have you ever felt like a fake?
Six weeks with missionaries in South Africa followed by a year in France began to teach me what life with God is all about. I began rebuilding my faith, this time it belonged to me, in contrast to me borrowing the faith of my parents, church, or anyone else. In my parent’s basement in 2003, on either Christmas Eve or New Year’s Eve, I invited Jesus to live in me; perhaps I had done so before, but I didn’t recall—but since 2003, I have never forgotten that moment. Unfortunately, nothing changed. I continued to do my best to act like a Christian, as I had done for so long.
Have you ever found yourself “doing your best” to be a good person, or to act like a Christian?
Though I did not realize it at the time, I was quenching the Spirit, even though I had welcomed Him into my life. During the next few years, the LORD continued to nurture me, and slowly things began to change. Several tough months in Idaho birthed my prayer-life. I spent three years being humbled in a job that was my informal seminary training. In 2007, a short stint in Mexico helped me to see things as they were, and not long afterward, I was baptized by immersion. No baptism of any kind can save a lost soul—only Jesus can do that. However, this baptism was an important covenant between me and God, symbolizing not only my death and resurrection with Jesus and my public profession of faith, but it also my life change, the beginning of my bearing fruit. “For each tree is known by its own fruit…”according to Luke 6:44. During the past year and a half, the LORD has provided me with an informal pastoral internship in my church, teaching me every aspect of discipleship. Simultaneously, I have been studying unceasing prayer and worship. I am now very different than I was five years ago.
In the Book of Acts (which tells the story of the earliest years of the Church) every time a person decided to follow Christ, two things took place—though not always in the same order. Each person experienced a life change, which I call the “baptism of repentance,” as well as the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, which I call the “baptism of the Spirit.” Looking back, I realize that the Holy Spirit was living in me in 2003, but it wasn’t until I surrendered everything to God, as represented by my immersion, that I allowed the Spirit to have His way in me and transform my life. “I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now life in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me. (Galatians 2:20)”
Have you invited Jesus to live in you? Have you allowed the Spirit to transform your life?
I tell you this story for two reasons. First, I tell this story in order to boast in the LORD! May God our Father get all praise and glory forever! Second, I tell this story because it is relevant to you. Likely you have heard that I am leaving the country: I have let my light shine before you; please let your light shine within the Church, too! This congregation is in revival, and as each of you allows the Spirit to revive you, the entire Church will be revived and utterly transformed, to the glory of the Most High God. And for His glory is the reason He created us; the reason He sent His only Son to reveal Himself to us; the reason He became Sin for us and died for us on the cross—while we were still sinners; and the reason that He conquered death and offered us eternal life with Him.
It will cost you a lot—in fact, it will cost you everything, your very life. But if you have never surrendered your life to Christ Jesus, if you have never invited Him to send His Spirit into you and to transform your life, then do it right now. Just let go of everything to which you are desperately clinging; stop trying to do it yourself! This is the very reason you are still breathing in this physical life—God has been delaying His judgment of this sinful world because He is waiting for you—2 Peter 3:9 says He wants none to perish!
If you have already invited the Spirit into your life, then live like it! Bear fruit! Anyone and everyone who meets you or knows you or sees you or hears you should know immediately and clearly that Jesus the Christ lives in you and loves them! That is how stark the contrast should be between your life and the world around you!
Have you immersed yourself in God’s Word and in prayer in the last twenty-four hours?
If you call yourself a follower of Christ, then there is no excuse for not communing with Him daily! Anchor yourself in the Word! God has revealed Himself to us through His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Bible is a complete and accurate record of that revelation. And prayer is humbly letting Him love us. Let Him love you! God doesn’t need us, but He wants us! God doesn’t need us to live for Him—He wants to live in and through us! Let us love and fellowship with one another, even when you disagree! Pray for each other—the names in the church directory are a great place to start! Church, we are not only the Body of Christ, but we are the Bride of Christ. We have allowed ourselves to get bedraggled and stained—now let us stand to the glory of God! Let’s let Him purify us, restore us, and love us!
My dear Brothers and Sisters, if you have ever once been blessed by God our Father at work in me, then I urge you, please, take seriously His desire to love and work in you, beyond anything you can ask or imagine! I have told you the beginning of my story—may it end in glory to the Father, in the Name of Jesus, by way of His Spirit.
Now, what is your story?