I met Derek* in the cafeteria. He sat down with me and four of my students for lunch on my first day of teaching. As an Indonesian, I assumed that he was from a Muslim background. After praying for his food, I began to wonder. Come to find out, he’s a Christian, and he invited me to join the cell group that meets in his dorm room every week.
When I arrived at the meeting that night, I was greeted by 13 other international students—two more fromIndonesia, six from African countries, and five fromIndia. Derek’s dorm room had been converted into a perfect little meeting place. Between the futon and the floor covered with foam pads, we all had a place to sit. One of the Indian students led some songs with his guitar, and a student fromBurkina Fasoshared a message from God’s Word. It was very encouraging to have stumbled on this little group of brothers and sisters in Christ.
I attended church with them that Sunday evening. Six weeks prior, one of local public churches started an English service for this small band of believers. There were about 40 or 50 in attendance that night, mostly foreign college students. I was asked if I’d preach the following week. What could I say?
My text was Daniel 6. You know, Daniel and lions den, a story of faithfulness in trying times. Did you know that Daniel was one of the first international students? It’s true! Daniel chapter 1 states that he was taken fromJerusalemtoBabylonto attend a 3-year training program under King Nebuchadnezzar. Even though Daniel’s education wasn’t voluntary (like it is for most students these days), he got the best marks, excelling in learning Babylonian language and culture (see Daniel 1:17). One of the students came up to me after the sermon and told me that she had grown up knowing the stories but had never thought of Daniel as an international student; maybe she could be faithful to God here in China like he was in Babylon.
Many of the international students were so supportive and encouraging to me after hearing that my passport had been stolen. I’m sure they could identify with how I must have felt! That cell group even organized a surprise going-away party for me the night before I left forBeijing. 17 of us were crammed in my little hotel room eating cake, cookies, chips, and ice cream together. Fortunately, I had already packed away my underwear!
I think I will miss these students the most. I had only known them for two and a half weeks when I left, but there is something to say about that “bond of peace” that we share as Christians (Ephesians 4:3). They left me with a photo collage that reads: “Best of luck. Keep the faith alive!! We love you!!” Until we meet again…
* Name has been changed
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