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Here is a story of an old Chinese dream I had when I was fifthteen. During this time, I was learning about the 10/40 window known as the Joshua Project. I had no clue that the Lord would use a dream to show me a glimpse of his heart for the unreach areas of the world. His love for the unreach allowed me to understand how far He will go to love his people from all tribes and all nations in hopes they will finally know his name. For over a decade, the Lord has been very patience with me, as I decide to be like Jonah and run away from his call for me to go where no Christian has shared the story of redemption.
Over twelve years ago, I watched a movie about the Unreached Nations for Christ, an episode on the underground churches in China. The people in China had to choose between life or death because the Chinese government commanded their people to have full allegiance to their communist rule.
When I was fifteen years old, I had a vision in form of a dream concerning a future decision that I would have to make one day.
The setting took place in China in the middle of the town square.
I was sent to be the guest speaker, a foreigner on a special assignment to share a story about America.
As I was called up, I was asked to share, Why did I come to China?
I proceed to talk about Jesus, my reason for the hope and love for God who changed my life.
An old lady who was wearing a brown sweater and broken eye glasses had hearing loss, so she asked if I could speak louder.
I kid you not, I was shouting at the top of my lungs that I started yelling. Short of breath I called her to come stand next to me.
I shared about who Jesus was, his life, his majesty, his death, and his resurrection. I told a very impressive touching gospel that some in the crowd started to cry and didn’t understand why. It was then that the old lady asked, “What must I do to be saved?”
“Simply place your trust in Jesus!”
When I said this, a man wearing a black uniform came up to me. I said to him, “Do you want to trust in Jesus?” He said, “No!” He then whispered in my right ear, “if you continue to talk about Jesus, the authorities will get nervous and arrest you.”
I didn’t realize it before, but the authorities already had me in their sights.
I finished with my presentation and started to walk away. Then the same old lady asked, “can you tell me more about Jesus?” I got excited because I could see in her eyes that something was special about her, she was seeking for truth.
When I said the name Jesus, the police over heard our conversation. They marched towards us and gave me one warning. They ordered if I mention Jesus again, I would be arrested for public disturbance subjected to trial for openly sharing about western theology, which was not approve by the Chinese Communist party.
The old lady who I was convince had hearing loss, wanted to know all the miracles Jesus performed on people. I believed that Jesus is still alive and still has power so I touched her and said a short prayer asking Jesus to restore her hearing. Her eyes got really big and she shouted, “I can hear!” I smiled at her, praising God for answering her prayer request. Then she said, “I want to give my life to Jesus!”, together we began to praise Jesus!
Well, the police placed me in handcuffs as I peacefully turn myself over to their control. Believing I could cleverly talk myself out of any trouble turning this into a simple misunderstanding. As I stood before the appointed judge, the room was lifeless and cold. I was asked one question. Why did I come to China?
I said because…. (I don’t remember what I said) I could not hear what I told the judge..
The verdict placed me as a criminal sentenced to death.
Still sleeping, my mother knocks on my door… KNOCK! KNOCK!! The sound of the judge’s gavel echoed into my dream …
Placed down under the guillotine, I looked up into the dark clouds. I wanted to say a last prayer for the people watching, but I couldn’t speak. The rain begin to pour into my mouth as I saw the blade come down and slice my head clean off. I imagination the rain washing away my blood into the streets going down the drain and the people realizing that I was loyal to my cause. Instead, they looked at my death as a consequence for accepting Christ… the crowd slowly disperses…
My mother walks pass my bed and opens the blinds to let the bright sunlight in so the ray of light would beam on to my face. From within my eyelids, the optical vortex from the light suck me in taking me in front of heaven’s gates. As I saw the gate doors open to let me in, I saw the Kingdom glowing in gamboge type color my eyes did not recognize. As I began to walk in, I was awaken from my dream.
I woke up with tears streaming down my face. “I think I received a calling to serve in China”, I told my parents, but I told God secretly that I was never going.
I’m now 27, and I am on this special expedition going through the 10/40 window. So far, my team has traveled to Indonesia, Thailand, Burma, India, Nepal, and now we are in China.
So I’m in China, but Why did I come to China?
To Be Continue…
My next blog hopefully posted soon, I will share my experience of my month here in China. And if I decided to become a missionary here in China.
Thanks for all your support and prayers!
