Last week we taught many English classes in the local school. It was draining, but each day we developed precious relationships with the children so it was all worth it. the early mornings, long repetitive classes, schedule changes! Tomorrow is our last day there and it is bittersweet! We got so many love letters from them filled with hearts and smiles.
But this week was more spontaneous. Our transportation has been breaking down so that has been tricky. but so adventurous at the same time.
On Tuesday we visited a Buddhist Temple that is a big tourist spot but nonetheless.. very oppressive still. My heart felt so heavy as we walked in and just saw people chanting and bowing to things.. to dead, lifeless objects. Seeing their devotion and commitment to this dead religion just called me to be broken and examine my owns self. We prayed as we walked through but I was happy to get out.. and I am not even unsaved! The feelings I felt were not even a fraction close to what their lives were like, filled with despair and dread..and inward death.
THEN. Oh then. Ok, so there is this unreached people group called the Hmong group and they are basically all over like China, Thailand.. USA I think.. but this family we visited was a sister of our translator who is Christian. And so we drove up more windy roads into this little village. Again, another tourist spot but not many foreigners were there.. We started trekking up the road until we didn't go on the road anymore. A guy led us up this steep mountain path that was pat down only from human feet and chickens. No car could get up. My heart beat as I was like, we are going to a true HILL TRIBE! Wow. Then, this small path led us to a little hut house that was dark inside. Our translator embraced her sister and led us in where a lady and her small husband stood. There was a light but it was still very dim. They had a TV and a radio but still the house was very small. There was a few small rooms, divided by a small sheet. It was amazing. These people are kind of unknown to most of the mainstream world. I mean, they were well clothed with modern clothes and they go to markets.. but they did not seem dependent on modern society. It turns out that we wanted to pray for them in the beginning when we met them but the lady smiled and said no.. we didn't push it. Then, awhile later as we were about to leave we asked if we could pray again. Our wonderful other translator and bold Christian friend was about to pray. But before that, she asked if they knew Jesus. They said no. they basically choose to not follow Jesus but rather cling to spirit and ancestor worship. Welll, the lady shared the Gospel and apparently both the lady and her husband accepted Christ!! They didn't appear different, but maybe it was just seeds sown. And that is ok. God began a work in them that will have impact for sure!
Reaching an unreached group made my day!! Often times, we Christians go to places where there is already a church and many Christians present.. but God still looks at these people in the mountains and desires to call them too by name. Ahhh, so great.
I am called to China for sure, but I am so open right now to what He wants me to do. Whatever country He sends me, by faith I want to obey and go. But wherever that is, I am SOO ENJOYING full time ministry and sowing seeds every day with expectance of a ripe harvest.
He is good.
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