Tugs on my Heart
For the past eight months my teammates and I have been trying to find and foster relationship with minority students on campus. The heart behind this is because Jesus sought to love and serve those who were oppressed and marginalized, something that our minority students find themselves. Three months ago, I was able to befriend a student who is Hui, a Muslim people group. We have been meeting up several times now, but one meeting in particular struck my heart.
We had a pleasant lunch that morphed into a three hour chat after. Our time together was filled with sharing our experience in university. With my new friend sharing mostly about regrets she felt as she didn’t try to get into her first choice university; depression because she is not in a major she enjoys (changing majors is extremely difficult here), and loneliness. Throughout our time I felt the Holy Spirit encouraging us to pray together, however whenever I have extended this invitation she refused. This refusal is partly due to her religious experience in prayer. As a Muslim, she has expressed that only when you work hard then come to prayer that your prayers are answered. However, because she feels like prayer doesn’t work she wants to rely on her own strength. The whole time, and with each refusal to pray, my heart cried for her. My heart was heavy with longing for her to know that God wishes to address and heal all these wounds. Sad, because she saw no joy at all during her time on campus. But I was also so thankful. Thankful that she really shared intimately and vulnerably with me; and continuing forward I have great hope that she shall receive life abundantly in God.