Have you ever watched a little child sitting near his father? Mothers have! While Dad sits reading his book, next to him is little Junior who as yet has not learned his ABC’s. But, there he sits on the couch with his book open. When Dad, who is miles away entrenched in his volume, turns the page, the little one watching intently, does the same. And look how Dad is sitting, there with his right leg crossed over his left for a while; and with the same posture there sits the little copycat. Dad’s leg gets tired, and without any real thought changes, lapping his left leg over his right. And, just as quickly the little impersonator does the same. Dad lifts the cup of coffee next to him for a sip, and the son follows his father’s lead by sipping his cup of water. What a precious thing to behold! What a representation of the life of a child! Yet even more definitive, what a depiction of the lives of parents!
My time in China was great. I truly loved being there and I truly love the people. The thousands of students I met. The millions of chinese who stared at me. The hundreds that I became friends with. This is just a little exerpt from my life from that time for the teens at Buford and all of the rest of you who stumbled upon this.
When we landed in Wuhan on that beautiful fall day, I was amazed at how far out in the middle of nowhere the airport was. Having flown all over the world, this was by far the most distant airport from its stated city of landing. Once we arrived at our apartments on campus, I started unpacking and getting ready for our meeting with the school officials the next day. Not knowing what to expect, I was going over my contract on what I might be asked to teach, how many hours, what my schedule would look like, etc. I have to say I was a bit worried because Id heard that sometimes they like to push the foreign teachers when it comes to hours. But alas, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.
You can tell the health of a church by how long people stick around after the worship service.
There are many "churches" today that come together on the first day of the week for worship that simply haven't figured out a major aspect of what it means to be a "church." They come together and fulfill all of the major aspects of worship but they miss out on one of the main components of being together.
Imagine with me for a minute. Imagine the first century and its daily life. Think of the first century church. They did not meet in a specific building with a sign outside the door that read "Meeting place of the Church of Christ." They met in houses. They met in private places hidden from sight. They met privately because of the persecution.