Today we had our first chinese worship (as bilingual) in church. God is good. We sang some of the songs in Mandarin besides English. I could see the joy in the pastor's eyes and face. The pieces of puzzle just fall into its place perfectly, in His time. I never thought that it would be possible as i recalled back to the time when i first attended the church about 1.5 years ago. Back then, we used to have the regular Russian service in church every Sunday.
As for me, i knew little about Russian especially when I first got here. Therefore, i was like more on trying to read the lyrics on the screen rather than singing the songs or worship. I remember a senior cum fren of mine (he was the one who first brought me to the church when i was seeking God's will for church to attend) so kind.. very often he sang louder.. so that i could follow him.. maybe he wasn't knew that i followed him (you know who you are). Sometimes when we came to a familiar song.. once which have its English version.. then we would be singing in the English version as my fren started it. The whole thing.. on and off.. sometimes i went to other churches.
Earlier last semester, I felt that an inner voice called me to keep attend this church even though the whole thing was still in Russian which I couldn't really understand much. Although we were attending the Russian service, however, most of the time God provided brother or sister in the church to do the translation for us. A couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, the pastor in church decided to hold a service that would be conducted entirely in English for us. It's a good news for us.. a love gift from God.
Last November (14th-16th, year 2008), me & a couple of frens went for a Chinese church camp somewhere in the outskirt. From there we met a group of new frens who came from China. Most of them accepted Christ during the camp and we became good frens after the camp. When we get together, we felt like a family, a bond which couldn't described by merely words except owing it to the love from our Heavenly Father. By then, I could tell why God put a seemingly strange desire in me.. the desire to make fren with Chinese (especially those who come from China mainland) and share gospel with them whenever i met some Chinese out in the city.. whether it's in the theatre.. in the bus..
As we sang the first worship song in Mandarin today, i was so touched... and the tears just dropped... simply cause i could tell how much God loves His child...
