there is a mass of people that have little knowledge of the very reason for our being.
that's a huge part of why we moved. in fact, that is why we moved.
to a place that's on the opposite side of the globe than where we were born.
to a country whose language couldn't be more different.
to a people whose kids are diaper-less and instead wear split pants.
any time in scripture where i see the word "strangers", i literally feel it.
it would seem pretty rare to move to a foreign place to have someone of the other culture remind me of who jesus is. right?
i've heard the stories. ones that move me and make me cry. ones where believers' lives have been totally changed by seeing His Power move through the people that they had come to witness to.
and now, on this day. i've had my very own.
as i was talking with a chinese woman who helps me clean our apartment, she started teaching me new words. this isn't unusual. what was unusual was that she was over by our little, tiny nativity set sharing these words. after many, many SLOW speaking chinese words, i finally understood what she was dying to tell me.
"Jesus died, but he's not dead.
He rose. He lives. He sees me. I know Him, but I can't see Him.
He's not dead. He died, but He's not dead."
and that's what i came here to learn.my g0d's not dead. he's surely alive.