-the preciousness of the Word.
While our team was worshipping together one night, one of the locals told us he had been given a copy of 'material' about this Jesus but he couldn't read it because he can't read Mandarin and doesn't have a written language. The bible translator who was with us told us this man's dialect was the last on the translation list, at least nine other dialects immediately ahead of his people group. I have at least three translations of the Word sitting on the bookshelf behind me. Access to a copy of scripture is just one of many many obstacles God is overcoming in the Himalayan foothills.
-the goodness of Christian community.
Along with not having copies of scriptures, many Christians in these little villages live miles from another believer and thus have no spiritual community. How often do I complain about style of worship at a certain church or how i didn't like the sermon or even the carpet? How many times do I ignore my sisters in Christ who want to meet for coffee and encouragement? This one is still a gut check for me.
-the frailty of anything but Christ.
I had a dream soon after getting back from China about Christ returning. In my dream I was hugging Jay and telling him "my true spouse is coming back for me" but I was sad because Jay and I didn't get to be a picture of Christ and the church very long.
This dream hit me right between the eyes. I spent a lot of May trying to balance my trust in our marriage and my trust in Christ. In reality, Christ is the only rock. Even good gifts he has given me, like a great husband, don't last past death or Jesus' return. It took me a while, but God finally taught me (and will probably teach me repetitively for the next 80 years) that marriage, like the approval of people or success in a job or a having a child, is a terrible hope. Marriage didn't concur death, Christ did.