God’s Word is not chained

Jeremy and Dr. Ho in the center, with a couple of students from Hong Kong

Jeremy and Dr. Ho in the center, with a couple of students from Hong Kong

Last month, Dr. Ho and I spent two weeks in China teaching the New Testament. The class consisted not only of local students, but also representatives from Singapore and Hong Kong as well. These students remind us of the Bereans “for they received the word with great eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see whether these things were so” (Acts 17:11). They left deep impressions on us because of their diligence in working at their quizzes, exam, presentation and written papers.

This trip had pushed me a step further because I was required to translate all my class notes, and lecture in Chinese. However, my visit to the Dead Sea Scrolls Exhibition helped me see the dedication of many heroes who gave their lives to the translation of the Bible. For God’s Word to be truly unchained, it must be heard by people in their mother tongue, their hearts’ language.

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“I’m 31 years old; can I be a baby again?”

For me (YK), speaking to 100 teachers in two schools. Most of them were non-believers but they listened to my talks attentively. I'm grateful.

For me (YK, 2nd from right), speaking to 100 teachers in two schools. Most of them were non-believers but they listened to my talks attentively. I'm grateful.

Battsenger said, when I (YK) shared the gospel with her.

The manager of the GoldStar Hotel, where we stayed during our 10-day trip in Ulaanbaatar (UB), was my “man of peace” (Luke 10:6).

Every day, she would check if we had enough hot water (temperature between -3°C and 20°C). One evening she prepared for us Indian curry (she’s married to a Pakistani). Another day, she surprised me by doing all my laundry, and at no cost.

Though she didn’t receive Christ through my sharing, I know Battsenger’s salvation is near. “You have something special,” she told me.

When I replied that the “something special” is Jesus in me, she nodded. “Yes, I know,” she said. “My maid, who’s the purest person I’d ever met, has the same thing.”

“She’s also a Christian.”

On our last evening, I introduced Battsenger to Boggii, a local worker who would follow her up. Here’s the amazing thing: when the two women met, they realized they were neighbors 30 years ago in Hovd, a village 1,500km from UB.

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Growth

Jeremy & Jane's tribe

Jeremy & Jane's tribe

Growth… is a mystery. It happens all the time, yet often goes unnoticed. Sometime back, my 8-year-old daughter remarked as we were walking across a basketball court, “Daddy, the net seems to be lower now!” I smiled, knowing that she had grown taller. Sometimes we don’t even realize we have grown. What used to seem unattainable suddenly comes within reach. That’s the mystery of growth.

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