Redefining Missionary

It’s always interesting to me to see how people view the different roles of a Missionary. In the West, the view of a Missionary is often one where you have a white man enter a foreign land, stand on a corner, tell everyone how wrong they are and how he has all the answers, show how superior the West is, and create a group of native followers. To be honest, this view is arrogant, ridiculous, and awful.

Although we don’t “officially” hold the title of “Missionary,” Bethany and I certainly feel this title is appropriate to our work. It is our love of Christ that drew us to reach out to other parts of the world. It is the love of Christ that encouraged us to meet new people, develop relationships, and get involved in what is going on here in China. But how we share our faith must change from the stereotypical norm. (Bare with me – this may get a little long….)

Let me be clear: In no way are we “ashamed” of our faith. We are very open with the fact that we are Christians. We are very open to sharing ideas of the Bible. In China, none of this is illegal. What IS illegal in China is evangelism – or, more specifically, classic Western Evangelism.

So what this means is we are not allowed to walk up to random people and say, “Hey, do you know Jesus?” This means we are not allowed to stand on a street corner with a bull horn and shout at people to tell them they are going to Hell. This means we can not walk down the street and hand out tracts to people.

But, in all honesty, is this really all that bad?

I mean, when was the last time shouting at strangers on a street corner really brought them to Christ? To be honest, I have never found tracts to be all that effective either. How would you react if some stranger walked into your home, started telling you all the things you are doing wrong, and how you should change the way you live? Would you respect them? Would you listen? It was rare for Jesus to find a random stranger, tell that random stranger how to live, and then walk away from him. Why do we think we should be doing this?

The truth is that nearly all of Jesus’ ministering occurred personally and relationally. The few times we do see Jesus correct random strangers (eg. The Woman At The Well), he is coming to those people as a respected authority figure – people care what he has to say. More specifically, we see Jesus ministering in three different ways throughout the Gospels.

The first, and most popular among the West, is by teaching/preaching. His most famous example was the “Sermon On The Mount.” (Matthew 5-7) This is the method that we in the West tend to feel most comfortable with. It’s usually the least intrusive and least amount of responsibility for the teacher. People show up, they listen, they leave. You teach, and then you walk away. There’s little accountability, little responsibility, and little risk involved. Those who want to hear are already there to listen.

The second way Jesus ministered was by confrontation and calling people out. He challenged the religious leaders of the day – the Pharisees – as they tried to challenge Jesus’ authority on religious matters. Some people try to use this as the basis for classic Western “You’re all going to Hell” evangelism. But who was Jesus speaking to? The religious LEADERS – people who supposedly knew and followed God’s law. These people knew God’s Word. These were the people who went to church every week. These were the people who tithed every week, who prayed daily, who were called to represent and lead God’s people. These were the people Jesus called “sons of hell.” (Matthew 23:15) These were the people Jesus verbally smacked around.

Now, is it true that people are going to go to hell if they don’t know God? Yes. But how much good does it do to yell at sick people and tell them over and over they are sick? Everyone knows we’re messed up. It’s obvious to most people this world is broken. Screaming at them won’t help. The recent events in the US has reinforced that.

The last form of ministry Jesus did was relational. Arguably, this was his biggest form of ministry. Jesus had a way of accepting those who didn’t feel accepted – those who were told they weren’t good enough, or failed too many times, or didn’t deserve to be acknowledged. Those were the people we seemed to reach out to the most. And it was his love that brought them close to God – it’s what drew them in.

Zacchaeus was one of those people. He was a tax collector for the Roman Empire. Thus, he was hated by the Jews. Some say he was a JEWISH tax collector. Which would mean he was also a traitor among his own people. But then he had an encounter with Jesus (Luke 19). During this encounter, Jesus took note of Zacchaeus. Jesus simply said he was going to eat at Zacchaeus’ house (which would have been an honor in those days). How did Zacchaeus respond? With repentance! “Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.” (V. 8) What did Jesus say or do to invoke such a response?

Love. Jesus showed love to people. That love typically shown through in the form of compassion and acceptance. He came across prostitutes, thieves, Jews, Samaritans, Romans, the rich, the poor, the lame, the blind, the sick, the outcasts, and so many others. He relationally accepted them all. He never let them stay where they were, but he accepted them nonetheless.

China is a relational culture. We have entered there culture – there home. My job isn’t to change their culture or their laws. My job is to bear the image of Christ. We are here not as authoritative figures, but as (hopefully) humble Americans seeking to make friends, build relationships, learn about them, teach English, and show God’s love through legal means. That is our goal.

It starts by creating relationships. That’s how friends are made. That’s how teaching and learning happens. That’s how God’s love is best seen. That’s how being a “missionary” starts.

Seeking Thankfulness

Last week I had the great joy of teaching my students about Thanksgiving. I told them Thanksgiving was an opportunity for Americans to realize how blessed (and not lucky) they are to have so many good things. At first my students all responded with the- they should be because they are all rich- look. Then as we dug deeper they were able to see how blessed they were too. We talked about having clean water, food to eat everyday, the ability to see a doctor, to sleep under a roof, to have shoes and so on. Many of these students come from poorer country areas of China, they come from people who only in the past 20 years even had some of these things for themselves. They know people who don’t have, they know that there are areas in China where people don’t have clean water or medical care. Still consumerism- being fashionable, having cool phones, and all other kinds of materialism is still the goal for my students. They are encouraged everyday by their parents and their society to want more and more. So when we talked about this in class, I think this really hit home for many. They were quiet and thoughtful when we discussed what it means to be blessed.

Then after having this serious and deep discussion with my students about how Thanksgiving is about putting our lives in perspective and seeing how blessed we are- I taught them about Black Friday. They laughed at the contrast, but I didn’t really feel the irony until my friend Kristin shared a photo online commenting “Because only in America, people trample others for sales exactly one day after being thankful for what they already have”. Being a Black Friday fan myself I couldn’t help but pause and wonder if I myself was really thankful for the things that God had given me. I am thankful that God has given me this amazing adventure in China, fulfilling a calling I have been yearning to take part in for years. I am thankful for the huge apartment he has blessed us with and all of the opportunities he has given Bob and I both in China. Still there are days when I forget to be thankful. Instead I think about all my friend and family at home who I miss so much. I also think about the future, what I want in two years after I leave China.

It’s odd, to go from feeling amazingly blessed to thinking of my time in China like a prison sentence- “Oh when I get out, the things I will do.” How horrible is it that this is how I am letting myself think about what God is trying to do through me. Why do I feel this way? In the back of my mind there is this other dream, one that includes buying a big house, a garage full of power tools, and a safe place for my future children to grow up in. Heck, just the thoughts of having children itself. I want these things so bad that they have begun to color my mind. Being in China isn’t just a delay in achieving the American dream- it is the calling that gave me hope, it reminded me that I had a purpose and place in God’s work when I was ready to give up on myself. Still, I too have been sold the American dream so much, it’s hard for me now to deny it and find peace with the idea that I may never achieve it.

Thinking about all of this only keeps revealing to me how shallow my faith is. I can’t help but feel scared about the idea of being called away from my family and friends for the long term mission field. Or the idea of being pregnant and raising children in a foreign country, not being able to share and rely on my friends and family back home. While it’s hard for me to imagine a life without the comfort and security my home land provides, could I really turn God down if he asked me to stay? Can I really say sorry Jesus, I know you were tortured and died for me, but I would really like to raise my kids where life is more convenient and less scary.

For a long time, I thought that Bob and I had this whole American dream and materialism thing under control. We were on the Dave Ramsey plan, we were living on the “minimum”. I thought we were better than others about our emotional needs and attachment to material things, but moving to China showed me how wrong I really was. Giving away and selling all of the things I had worked so hard to gain, it was hard and emotional. I had let myself find so much security and comfort in the things I had filled my home with. I tried to face the truth, I tried to look my materialistic nature in the eye and say no more. I don’t want to be attached to material things this much ever again. Then I got on a plane to China and started thinking about the things I wanted when I got back to the states. The things were gone, but the disease was still there.

The truth of the matter is this, I don’t know where God is going to call Bob and I next, much less what he might call me to do tomorrow. All I know is that I want to be there with a big yes when he does call. As tempting as it maybe, God may never call me to have any of the things we idolize through the American Dream. Certainly, he will never call me to make the American Dream my dream. Instead, my dream needs to be seeking His dream for me. Whether that dream is giving up everything, or even if it is having a home in the US, what really matters is that I am willing on my part to be whatever he calls me to be. If I cling to desires, to which there is no guarantee that God will give me, then I am just setting myself up for heart break.

So I will keep trying. I will keep trying to be thankful for what God has given me in this moment without thinking about wanting more. I will try to keep my heart open to the things God wants to give me and what he wants to do with me. I will keep trying to live the Jesus dream and not the American one I was programmed by society to desire. I’m not going to lie, I will probably still hop on Trulia and Pintrest and think of someday, but I don’t want to harden my heart in the direction of material things, because in the end I will be the one who gets hurt by it.

Hoping and praying that the Lord continues to stretch and shape me and all of my friends.
With much love,
Bethany K