I was ministering to a teenaged girl in Mongolia, when I noticed war was breaking out. Men launched crossbow bolts to impale one another in the distance, and battle lines brandishing their spears began to close in on us from all sides. Fortunately, I brought a car with me to the steppes.
We hastily threw ourselves into the vehicle, and events blurred until we found ourselves exiting a bus at evening time-- now in an curiously familiar urban environment, still somewhere in Asia. I turned to speak with her, but she ran beyond my sight in eagerness to take photos of the city. I approached a black American I found serving at a restaurant door, but he lost interest in the latter half of my story. I had no idea where I was or what I would do, but I walked right through that door undeterred.
Inside, the decoration was an extravagant blend of tradition European and Oriental styles. As I explored toward a back hallway, I saw rooms furnished even with couches and beds, clearly meant for a higher social status of patrons. I took the cue to seat myself toward the modest-by-comparison tables along the front window. A middle-aged man and his elderly mother sat with me. They attempted to teach me some of the local language. I tried in vain to discern the nation I was now in, thinking these were greeting phrases, but they were not.
"Akumen" and "Akashi."
I woke up from the dream, just as I was about to voice my surprise that I did not seem to be in Japan. As it turned out, when I looked up the words two days later, the second one actually is a real Japanese word that I never heard before. The first one did't result in any conclusive message, but the multiple meaningful results of the latter more than makes up for it.
As a noun, it primarily means proof, evidence, or vindication... of love or innocence, as examples. When used as a verb, it mean to testify, and specifically carries a Christian context. There's a city along the southern coast of the main island, by this name.
There was also a Christian, Japanese samurai named Akashi Takenori (surname comes first), born in 1566, who fought valorously, was pursued by enemies but never found, and refused to commit the traditional act of sicide because of his faith.
"Taylor, you are a Christian samurai...!"
"...there's a clear calling that the Lord wants to give you Asia. Go for it, man!"
It was a dream that brought me here, for the spiritual growth, practical training, and community support that's emboldened me for service in missions. Now another dream is giving me marching orders directly from my King.
With this objective in mind, I made sure when Overland Missions had a pile of unwanted books to collect everything I could related to Asia. So far it's all about China and one for Korea, which I am satisfied with for now, given their similarities of Eastern worldview and principles of packaging the Gospel. With unusual decisiveness, I settled on starting with the thickest of them all: Biography of James Hudson Taylor.
And wow. As if the dream and calling wasn't enough, now this life story of my fellow Taylor is ministering to me deeply. Also, my team took this Saturday to embark on a safari in Chobe Wildlife Park across the river in Botswana. Epic dreams, a brother in Christ I can't wait to hug in heaven-earth, and a myriad of majestic creatures in almost-Edenic tranquility. The Lord just knows how to wreck my soul in the best way with beautiful things.
...back to the book, though. I only knew he was an important early missionary to China, who pioneered the general trend of fulfilling the Great Commission not only along coastlands, but into the interior of foreign continents. What I didn't know is that, as silly as it would be to assume this just because he is a fellow Taylor, he and I have nearly identical spiritual experiences.
Born in a devout Christian household with all the outward disciplines as an inheritance, but by the time of adolescence with peer pressure, now inwardly festering with doubt and devoid of joy. Until at the age of seventeen, with the relentless kindness and intercession of others exposing a weakness, sudden comprehension of Jesus' complete grace flooded in.
Thereafter, trials remained, but both Taylor's have been carried and strengthened through these from faith to faith, and glory to glory. We realized eventually that our own effort is insufficient to overcome the influence of sin, though this is the exact deliverance promised to be finished and all-immersing. As we had nothing else to do except surrender, the Holy Spirit gave us a renewed hearts... not only to desire holiness, but to yearn for sharing our faith with the lost in other nations. And lastly, we have in common that romantic hopes were nurtured over years as we thought was God's provision for ministry, and then promptly crushed as a telling trial to trust His infinite goodness.
Recovering and redirecting from this emotional blow, He and I learned to know God as a true source of comfort and protection. For me, it's involved fundraising for seven-thousand quickly-provided dollars, with the commitment of venturing to another country for three months in community, among what turned out to be a substantially different doctrinal atmosphere (for better and worse). For Hudson, it looked like renting a cramped room in a slum neighborhood with meager porridge meals to maximize savings for China, giving away all that's left to the poor in need without ever reminding his employer for the overdue salary (instead, he only prays for God to bring remembrance), and eventually relocating himself to the metropolis of London though all his plans for lodging, medical school, and missions service were consistently uncertain. In either scenario, parallel character traits and nuggets of wisdom were developed.
It was soon after that step, believing the Bible's words that he need not worry for anything and will surely live in the land God gives, that Hudson was ready in faith and faithfulness to launch into China. He endured months of sea voyage with close calls for shipwrecks in a storm. He finally set foot on this land in the midst of a brutal civil war, but suffered loneliness, uncertainty of funds, and embarrassment for his dependent state upon a different missionary organization he had trouble relating with... but he was there, and learning language, and and a couple was on their way ch
For me, I wonder when that step will come, what my team will look like, and whether I'll be landing first in Japan, Mongolia, or Cambodia. All I know is that I closely relate with J. Hudson Taylor's journey and insights. I'm feeling inclined to simply return home, devote myself more fully to immediate ministry, and see if opportunities and counsel arise to guide me into missions in Asia - totally apart from my own planning - with the only initiative on my part being stewardship of relationships and walking forward unbound within active faith.
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