Coffee, the cross and conversion in Chiang Mai
First-person story by Amelia Horsley
(Ed.'s note: Once again this year as in years past, Truett-McConnell students are in Chiang Mai, Thailand, for evangelistic and academic purposes. Following is the account of what happened on Sunday, July 7, as Michaela Dickerson, Amelia Horsley, and Courtney Ryan ventured into a coffee shop.)
As we were walking around and looking for people to talk with, we wandered into a Starbucks to get Frapps, where Courtney noticed three Chinese girls (all cousins we later discovered) sitting on a couch. There was a place to sit by them, and she asked if we could join them.
We got our coffee, sat down and started talking. The conversation covered many things; and sometime after our ages and the rules to baseball, our recent time in Turkey came up. We started showing them pictures, and when we got to a picture of Mt. Ararat, we discovered that Kim and her cousins did not know the story of Noah's ark. So, we told them the story.
As the conversation continued, I noticed one of the cousins, Kim, was wearing a cross necklace. Finding this an odd thing for a Chinese person to be wearing, I asked her about it. She explained that she knew it to be important, but had no knowledge as to why.
From there we told her the story of Jesus and his coming and dying and rising again, and how sin separates man from God, and how that cross is the only bridge to get back to God.
Kim wanted to know more, so we told her another Bible story, and another. Then Courtney shared her testimony. Kim asked for yet another Bible story. So, we told about Jonah, and then I shared my testimony.
As I shared, Kim showed us the goose bumps on her arm and said she could see Jesus in us and feel his love coming through us. Kim said she didn't know enough English words to describe how she felt.
Michaela shared her testimony, and we talked a little more about salvation and who God is. The other Chinese girls said they needed to go, and Courtney asked if we could pray for them.
Kim said she wanted to believe now and pray now, but she wasn't sure about it. I told her she could pray now, and I walked Kim through a basic sinner's prayer. I said she should pray something like what I had said, and that she could tell God how she feels and mean it from the heart.
Kim took my hands in hers, and we knelt across the coffee table between us. She prayed in Chinese, pouring out her heart as we both began to cry.
After she prayed, Kim looked at me and smiled. I asked her if she felt any different and if she felt the Lord's presence with her. With tears streaming down her face she said, "Yes."