Over the last two years I have gotten to know several Chinese people. One of these I had started dating. Her English was not that good when we first started getting to know each other, and my Mandarin, well forget it. We used our smart phones back then to translate a lot of our conversations, but three things didn’t need any translating. Those three things were love, laughter and God.
Today I went to a Chinese church to support a friend who wants to find a church community to belong to. I only understood four Chinese words spoken. During the worship part of the service though I knew the songs because I recognized the music. Then it hit me; when we the body of Christ get to heaven and we sing praise
s to God every believer will sing in their native tongue, but collectively it will become a beautiful melody instead of being a chaotic mess. So I would have to add one more to the list of things not requiring translating: praise to God.
you, because you don’t love enough those that are at risk of living eternity in hell to do something about it. Pastor Robert Morris of Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas puts it this way, “You wouldn’t drive home and see that your neighbor’s house is on fire and pull into your garage and say, “Someone else will call the fire department.”” He goes on to say, “Your neighbor’s house isn’t on fire. Your neighbor is!”

elf. Then I realized it’s not a statement of achievement, but of faith. For this isn’t who he is, but more of who he is striving to be. This takes guts to declare to the world: “This is who I am trying to be.” I don’t drive patient enough of others to dare put this on my vehicle. (Not yet I’m sad to say.) Not to mention the many times I fail those who know me.
He started whimpering as he climbed up on the sofa next to his mother. He laid on his back, pulled his legs up and said, “Mommy, kiss my butt.” Yes. We had taught him when he gets a boo-boo mommy and daddy can kiss it and make it all better.