The Man Who Longed to Go Home
I just want to fall where I grew up—but will I ever be allowed to go home?
Firsthand accounts of faith lived out in the context of Chinese Christianity.
I just want to fall where I grew up—but will I ever be allowed to go home?
Reason revealed my limits; grace taught me to bow down.
Ministry doesn’t have to be spectacular—it often just begins with showing up alongside the people around us.
That day I was the only Chinese among them who had not fled from anything. Yet instead of feeling fortunate, I felt the immense weight of what it means to be Chinese.
As she recounted her story, her tone was calm, as if describing a scene from a film. Her face betrayed no emotion. You will not find such details in any Chinese history book.
In northern China, there is a large family that has followed Christ for nearly a century and has given birth to preachers for four consecutive generations.
Raising kids who listen and obey is important because we want them to listen and obey God’s voice.
In order to ensure that every gospel worker, regardless of the size of their organization or denominational background, could receive ongoing member care and support, a third-party platform unaffiliated with any institution would need to be established.
The gospel does not erase the challenges of being a stranger, but God meets us in them.
Somewhere between Kunming and Beijing, between my father’s clickety-clack and this near-silent glide, I realized how much the world can change in a lifetime—and how faith, like memory, must find its voice again amid the noise and speed of progress.
Learning a few phrases in a few Chinese dialects was very challenging for me, but it is one of the best and most meaningful ways to engage with and minister alongside Chinese communities.
Contact between Africa and China occurred from the fourth century BC to the thirteenth century AD through the Silk Route but even earlier, the “Han (202 BCE-220 CE) had been in contact with Africa” through trade.