Walking down the city streets, I saw handicapped individuals selling lottery tickets and knock-off sunglasses to pay for their next meal. I saw a beggar crouched in the corner of a stairwell, his hands clasping a paper cup. I saw bald, orange-clad monks asking for food offerings for their monastery. I saw an old woman presenting drinks before a spirit house. I saw the most intricate and magnificent architecture constructed to honor an idol made by human hands. I saw graffiti on an overpass that read “Where is the hope?”
The people of this country are 97% Buddhist. They believe that all life is suffering, and the only way to escape suffering is to let go of all earthly cravings. They think if they earn enough merit by doing good things, they will reincarnate with a better lot in life, perhaps as a rich man. The goal is to eventually reach nirvana where they will be released from rebirth. However, most Buddhists believe that only four or five people have actually ever reached this state.
As a Christian, my hope is not in myself or my ability to do good things. I know I fail on a daily basis. I trust in Christ’s perfect sacrifice to pay for my sins. It is freeing to know my salvation is not based on my works, but on His worth. This is the hope my team and I sought to share with university students this summer.
From May 24-June 14, we taught English to build relationships and share the Gospel. My team and I got to have spiritual conversations with about 50 people over just three weeks! I developed a particularly strong relationship with three girls. They came to English camp, joined us for shopping trips and read Bible stories with us.
While none of them came to Christ, one is really interested. She came to meet with me as soon as she got off of work to read Bible stories. She was so excited to learn about the unconditional love of God. It was so contradictory to the unfeeling force of karma that she had grown up learning about. She had learned that people get what they deserve. I shared the liberating power of mercy and grace. With God’s strength, I shared His hope. I am praying that God will continue to increase her curiosity and desire to learn about the Bible and that He will use the local believers to lead her to Christ.
When talking to other students that I met at a local language school, I entered every conversation thinking, ‘How can I share the Gospel with this person?’
It was such a different mindset than I have back home. But the more I did it, the more natural it became. So I began to think, ‘how different would my life be if I was always this intentional with my conversations? What if I saw evangelism as less of a project and more of a lifestyle?’
In the Great Commission, Christ commands His followers to “go and make disciples of all nations.” But in the Greek, “go” is most accurately translated “as you go” meaning as you go about your daily life. While I believe that Christ calls missionaries to spread the gospel all over the world, I also believe that He is calling each of us to be on mission as we go to our jobs, classes, meetings and homes. My trip has given me an urgency to continue to share the Gospel in my daily life just as I did here. So wherever I see hopelessness, whether it be on these city streets or on the campus of my university, I feel continuously convicted to share the hope of Christ.
Grace is serving as a Go Now missionary in East Asia.