He gave some as apostles, and some as prophets, and some as evangelists, and some as pastors and teachers, for the equipping of the saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body of Christ; until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ. (Ephesians 4:12-13, NASB)
It started with one
Chinese man, a medical research scientist who came to our Sunday School class
at the invitation of a co-worker. Soon his wife was attending with him, then
two more couples, fellow scientists from mainland China.
They were
spiritually and culturally curious. They wanted to learn more about the life
and language of America.
But having been raised in an atheistic society, they also came with spiritual
questions.
We soon found that
because of their limited language skills and biblical knowledge, our regular
Sunday School class wasn’t enough for them. So we began meeting with them an
hour before class. It was Bible 101. We started by introducing them to the
scriptures from the ground up. Then we watched the Jesus film together, discussing each scene one by one. At the end,
our version of the film addressed dozens of basic questions about the Christian
faith. We used those questions to lead our friends into a greater understanding
of life in Christ. Next, we began reading through Genesis together, talking and
teaching as we went.
Those two and one
half years were memorable in so many ways. I remember our first Christmas with
them. We brought in a small manger scene, and from us they heard that magnificent
story for the very first time.
I remember the Sunday
we encouraged them to pray the sinner’s prayer along with us. With all the
barriers of language and spiritual understanding, we wondered how much had
gotten through to them.
But I particularly
remember one man blossoming in his faith. In spite of a horrendous work
schedule, Jinyu began praying daily. He read the Bible on his own, bringing in
questions that showed he was thinking about it broadly and deeply. He began
witnessing to his Chinese friends. He asked us about ancestor worship, knowing
that when he next gathered with his family, they would expect him to
participate.
But my favorite
memory is the morning he came in beaming, saying that he had been asked to read
scripture in our main worship service. We were pleased along with him, but also
surprised. Jinyu was a gentle, sweet-spirited man whose English was less than
perfect. Our church was large, and scripture readers were chosen for their
speaking ability. We wondered how well his reading would be understood.
That morning
service focused on missions. It included a parade of flags, special music, and
a missionary speaker. When it came time for the morning scripture reading, a
half dozen or so people came forward. Together they read Psalm 98, each one
reading selected verses in a foreign language.
Jinyu read, not in
English, but in Chinese, and we were stunned! We had only heard him speak in
English, his second language. His speaking was always halting and broken. We
had never heard the man who read that morning. He was bold, strong, and fluent.
He was eloquent! He was speaking in his own native language. He was at home. He
was fully himself.
As I reflect back
on that morning, I think about the Body of Christ. I think about all the personalities
and cultures that make it up, in all their God-given diversity. What would the
Body be like if each of its members were fully, completely themselves? What if
all that individuality could blossom into the beauty and variety intended by
our Creator, yet still remain one in Christ? Squeezing living things into
narrow, artificial molds is constrictive and stifling. It is unnatural.
Becoming all our Creator intended us to be is wonderfully freeing and
enriching, both to the individual and to the Body. An eye makes a better eye
than it does an arm.
That freedom, that
blossoming is coming. In fact, it is happening right now as the Holy Spirit
nurtures and renews each individual. He assures us that the One who began this
good work in us will complete it (Philippians 1:6). Each flower will blossom
into its full uniqueness, lovingly nurtured by its Creator. Together, what a
garden we will be!
Each of us will
speak our own native language, fluently and eloquently. And in Christ all those
individual expressions will blend into one universal language: the language of magnificent
truth; the language of pure love.
At last we will be
all that His love purposed us to be: His holy bride, stunningly beautiful,
radiant in all His glory, perfectly prepared for an eternity of oneness with
Him.
Father,
the believers around us are
precious seeds that
You Yourself have planted.
Help us to
water and
nurture them
that they might be
abundantly fruitful in You.
Hymn: How Precious Are Your People
