This is my third year in China and these days I’m feeling deeply grateful that I live here. Life here is sometimes lonely but it is always surprising—last week on my Sabbath I biked to a café to journal and eat some Western-ish food. I ordered a “beef burrito,” which turned out to be some kind of wrap (that did contain beef!), but also held several unexpected ingredients like pickles, and—most mysteriously—cumin powder and a handful of cornflakes. Despite these unorthodox additions, the wrap was really good. Eating it felt like a reminder that Father has gifts for me here that, while differing from my expectations, will be complex, delicious, and a little bit crunchy.
One gift this week came in the form of a really special lunch time I had with my student E who became a believer last term and her older cousin who was visiting from Beijing (also a believer). E and her cousin have always been close, and he told me that when E left for university, he really wanted to her to know Father, but he didn’t know how to share with her. He told me that he was so happy when E told him that she had started talking with me about faith. Hearing him share humbled me and reminded me that Father was pursuing E long before I met her, and that (as always) the invitation is to join the stories that Father is already writing in my students’ lives.