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This morning (or was it yesterday morning?), snowflakes were seesawing down on my hair–and there I was wearing sandals. I kissed my family goodbye and loaded myself and an overstuffed hiking backpack into a friend’s Prius.

 

And so began my two-week trip to Asia (via plane, not Prius). After about seven years of not really being together, spread out all over the world, my sisters and I are converging in Thailand to celebrate a big birthday of my youngest sister’s. She works with migrants, and she and her husband are treading through the adoption process. I get a kick out of bragging on the two of them because their work is long, slow, hard, terribly important, and literally stuffed with blood, sweat, and tears.

 

So I sit here in Beijing, waiting on a flight. I think it was a combination of the jet lag (for me, tired = emotional) and (get this) the church announcements that brought tears to my eyes on the skybridge. I should explain that last one: In my job of presenting the video announcements every week, I find someone (or Google how) to dismiss the kids to children’s church in a different language every week (sounds weird, but it works)–and offer ways to pray for that people group (from sites like Operation World and The Joshua Project). Around Chinese New Year a couple of months ago, my friend Nary said goodbye in Mandarin, and we bowed together.

 

That announcement was how I knew 1 out of every 8 people in the world are Chinese–and that the number of Chinese Christians has now surpassed that of the Communist party. Perhaps because Randy Alcorn’s Safely Home transported me into the world of Chinese persecution of Christians–and this novel enlightened me on some of Christianity’s thriving before Communism–my heart leaps at this.

 

Yet it still breaks for China. There’s a billion people sitting around me. And how many of them have ever heard they can be satisfied in their souls? How many have known that mind-blowing love, or a hope they could never explain in words?

 

The Closer We Get

 

Henry Martyn once said that the closer we get to God, the more intensely missionary we become. Of course in one way it’s like discovering a cure for the cancer everyone has and the fountain of youth all at once. So you get all excited and it sloshes out.

 

But as God lures me deeper in, I can’t help but hear that heartbeat of his for the nations, too. When I walk into Beijing, I hear some form of ___ “people who don’t know their right from their left. And should I not love that great city?” (Jonah 4:11). It’s this colorful, jangly thread through his words to us that keeps popping up: from making Abraham a blessing to all nations (Gen. 22:18), to his heart for the foreigner in all the Mosaic law (Deuteronomy 10:19 et al), through Isaiah and Psalms and all the way to the “end” of this side of the story, where people in every shade his pastels churned out are there, praising him in every language (Rev. 7:9), like Mandarin and an Arkansas twang. (That’s something cool my brother-in-law does: creating the same music that can be sung in different languages! But I digress.)

 

Go. Serve. Love

 

Honestly, I am still getting over the fact that I’m essentially a “goer” who needs to stay right now. But if I can’t go, I see I’ve got to send well. This “go and make disciples of all nations” thing is a group effort, and no one really gets a pass, y’know?

So as a P.S., I’ll add a shameless plug for a new blog I’m launching on behalf of a client. Go. Serve. Love is aimed at mobilizing the next generation of global workers to go there, serve them, and love Jesus. We’re gathering some great stories, lots of authors, lots of uber-practical resources (standards of excellence to know your work is sustainable; tips on luggage), and soon experiences to equip people to serve cross-culturally.

Truth is, one of these upcoming generations is going to be the one to fulfill the promise of reaching every tongue, tribe, and nation. Who knows? Perhaps through the internet and so many other resources, we can be the generation who can.

 

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