The Great Wall of China
After a few weeks in mainland China, we are back in Hong Kong. I wish I could share every bit of what went on during our time there. I’ll just say that at one point I was walking through the mountains where we were, talking to a Chinese University student about Jesus and the underground Church, and the moment was out of this world. I felt hugely inadequate and humbled by the whole experience, and I will remember our time there and the friends we made forever.
I have so much hope for China. We got to see a glimpse of what the Lord is doing, and despite the crushing presence of dominance and control, the truth is still permeating the country and setting captives free.
Everywhere we went in China I could see Western influences seeping into the culture, and often times I felt a change would be appreciated (two words, “squatty” “potty”). Then there are the influences I desparately wish their culture could be saved from. I cannot tell you how many conversations I had with girls about self-image. I could see how their perception of themselves and the way they feel they should be is beginning to be damaged by what they see in movies and on the internet. Everyday in China I was given the task of speaking the truth over young girls. One day we visited a highschool, and as we were walking through a sea of Asian students a rather tall girl, meaning she was actually my height, excitedly approached me to say hello and make a comment about my eyes. I quickly returned the complement and her whole countenance changed. She hung her head and in broken English she said, “No, no I afraid I too tall. I too big. I no beautiful.” My heart broke, and I put my arms around her and told her the truth over and over again, and then she was gone. The next time I saw her she was skipping around, light as a feather.
To Africa from here…onward and onward.
