Friday, August 26, 2011

[grace]

He asked me what my name meant. I told him grace.

He asked me what grace was. I told him it has many meanings, but in the Christian faith, it's a gift. Something we receive without doing anything for.

He said with a smile, "Ya that's good for you. You show me gracious and kindness because you very busy but making time for me." I said, "Well God's given me a lot of grace. My purpose is to pass it on."

He said, "My name is difficult to understand. It means many things, but one is that there is meaning to life. I think this Bible book is good to find that in." I told him I agreed and asked if he had read it before. He said he read some stories back in his home country but would like to learn more, so I tried to figure out a time when he would be able to meet up with someone. He said he was too busy but asked if he could just email me questions. Little does he know I will send a couple guys to visit him anyway, and in the meantime I gave him an English/Chinese Bible.

His first language is Chinese. Mine is English. He speaks some English. I have exactly five phrases down in Chinese. But for a minute, God was present today despite the language barrier. And it was evident that He is at work.

Because the only reason the man came into the church in the first place was to attend our English class from 3:30-5pm. We didn't have a single class scheduled that day.

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