The sun works its way through the apartments that tower 30 stories overhead. We are sitting in the courtyard as the locals pass by. Starring is a common thing here specifically when mae-guo-ren (Americans) are involved, add about 45 mae-guo-ren singing with arms lifted to the sky, and even the common passer by in central park would stop out of curiosity. The kids circle us on their bikes with smiles and random comments to each other that are followed by bursts of laughter and giggles. There is something about the fluttering within my chest that I can’t control as water wells up in my eyes and streams down my face. Many nights and days I have dreamed of this moment and wondered if it were even a possibility.
There were too many concerns I told myself; too many dangers for the ministry and for the people looking in on the situation. Even the locals have commented to us that it is “impossible” for us to share the gospel in China. Yet, Christ was bold, and our ministry partner wants us to be bold. 2
So, we sit, stand, kneel and shed tears before our God and a nation that is being awakened to our heavenly father in all his majesty and power. We are part of the revolution.
He is our king; he is our God…
…And we have come to bring his people back to him. The breeze picks up with an extra sense of urgency, the kids that have accumulated on the wall behind us begin to throw piles of dirt onto the ground, and a Chinese sister walks over to quiet them.
Through a few sisters of Usquad I see a father and his little girl. The father makes eye contact, I wave, and he gets the girls attention. She looks at me, with her Disney princess book in hand, and looks a bit confused. I can only imagine what was going through her head seeing all these Wei-Guo-Ren 
(foreigners) in one place. Slowly a smirk breaks its way through the confusion and that smirk turns into a shy smile. The urgency of the wind reaches my soul, and I get up to go speak with them, not knowing what to say as I am still processing the whole experience myself. This has quickly become the most simple, yet most powerful, worship session I have ever been a part of. The father and daughter have heard of Christianity, but are not Christians. After some conversation I take their names and number, and they head out.
God is moving, God is speaking, and I sit humbled and listen.
When have you been humbled by the presence of God? What is God awakening in you? Has your heart ever been broken for the heart of God?
