Today is Saturday, September the 4th 2010. I arrived from China on Tuesday, August the 17th. I was there on a "Visionary Trip." What is a Visionary Trip? It is when the Church, the Body of Christ, steps out of their comfort zone and actually envisions what the Lord has in store for missionaries. During this process we get to have a taste of The field, and for some of us, that taste is enough to change the direction of our paths. The China visit lasted for ten days. During those ten days the Good Lord blessed me with glimpses of HIS Glory, and many times I had to sit in the bus in utter silence – something that is out of character for me, a chatter box. It was my Bible, my Journal, my handkerchief, and I. The four of us took the trip of our life, thus far, that is. The ten days seemed forever when it was only a plan, and home and my son kept calling on me. However, once I set foot on Beijing something amazing took place. Since I am blessed in that I have been raised in a Christian home, I can say that I’ve heard more conversations about the Holy Spirit of God than the average person. Actually, I claim to know the person of the Holy Spirit. As I sit here and reminisce, I realize how very little I knew HIM, and also how so much more I desire to learn from/about HIM. I am forty years old, my parents came to Christ when I was two years old, and unfortunately sometimes I have the bad and erroneous attitude of: been there, done that. Not so fast, please, not so fast. Beijing meet my foot, and I can say that I felt the Holy Spirit of God come upon me. This is something very hard to explain, for it is an experience that involves all of the senses, and the spirit, soul, and body of one. I took the next step and I felt at home. And just as I keep walking out of the Airplane and up that ramp, ready to claim my luggage, I am filled with confidence, and my flesh experiences the verse that states: Greater is HE who is in me. I shook my head, as to try to clear my head and gather my person. And I kept walking, going through the process of Customs, and claiming of luggage. Bags packed with things for the kids at the Orphanages and packed with Bibles, would be a little difficult to explain, had I been detained and questioned. No, I was not afraid. Not for a second, and there was no doubt in me that my Father was pleased with the group that had taken faith based action, to spread the joyful news of Jesus the Christ, our Redeemer. I could write a full book of the ten day long miracle, but this time I will share only one. My most blessed moment was when we were arriving at Pagoda. Having our own Christian and very well versed unofficial tour guide, Brother José, I knew the place that I was approaching. As we did, and the bus got closer to the place, I had to actually fold down on my legs, yes; right there in the bus, and cry, and cry Holy Spirit tears for this magnificent place where Christianity took its first China steps. I cried from joy for the experience that the Good Lord granted me, but I also cried for the people of China. Having had Christianity settle amongst them so many centuries ago, yet they let go of it to go after vain gods. My heart was in such joy for being there and so much pain for the Chinese people that I had to weep like a little child. The great thing about our little group is that we very rarely needed to explain what was going on to each other, we simply knew, and everyone just let me be. At that moment it was my Christ, and my tears, and the Chinese people, and my prayer of intersession. And to think that all of this years I thought that I knew what and who the Holy Spirit was. I felt the Holy Spirit alright. I felt the moans with which HE intercedes for us, and my body and emotions could hardly be contained. I had to cry cleansing tears. Tears that said, Holy Spirit, I am not afraid of you, I want more of you, I want to feel you like this every single moment of my life. As the Holy Spirit and I had our little conversation at the feet of the mountain that houses Pagoda, I felt refreshed, rested, restored, rejoiced, and I want to say, almost re-created. As the Good Lord has it, it looks like I will have yet one more opportunity to return to China in the following months, this time for six weeks or so. God is good, and I am grateful that the Holy Spirit let me have a personal experience with HIM, right then and there at Pagoda. It is the desire of my heart, that each person that claims to serve Jehovah God has the blessed opportunity of visiting Pagoda, and better yet, fall in love with the Chinese people, so hungry for God, and so in need of freedom from bondage.
Thanks for reading, and unbounded blessings from Heaven to you & yours.
In HIS service,
Christine De Jesús
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