How does one begin to write about the glorious work of God? For days I’ve been rolling over and over in my head, words to describe God’s indescribable glory. But the more I ruminate on the events that took place during my recent mission trip to China, the more I feel the finitude of words and the infinitude of our God.

This blog entry will no doubt be a weak attempt. Nonetheless, allow me to provide you with a glimpse of what Paul says in Colossians 1:6 that “all over the world this gospel is bearing fruit and growing.”

Nanxi village, Yunnan Province

A-poe-la-pi (on the left) reading the Word of God.

A-poe-la-pi is a believer. He is also an Akha—a hill tribe people who stays on the mountain ranges of Yunan Province, China. It was a rainy day when we visited him at his wooden hut. A simple abode with bare necessities. After serving us with tea and ensuring that we are comfortably seated, A-poe-la-pi made his request. He said, “Due to the heavy rain last night, I couldn’t make it to the gathering. Could you share with me the Word of God?” When we took out the Bible, A-poe-la-pi was listening—and looking—intently at the Word of God, that despite of his illiteracy. As I look at this old gentleman, his eager eyes reveal his eager heart to receive the Word of God. I was deeply moved. From his example, I was reminded that when we look intently into God’s Word, we honor the Word of God as the Word of God.

Tomorrow, I will share with you the story of the three widows.