
I first met Lin playing volleyball at the beach. Many of us students attended an event planned by our workplace, Morey’s Piers, and in that had the opportunity to meet dozens of international students. In this time, a group of us made a bold, collective effort to approach and integrate ourselves among a large group of Taiwanese students. While many of these relationships faded, I thank God for placing this on our hearts. We invited all of them to come with us to the beach and Lin was one student that I spoke with almost the entire time. We all grabbed dinner and watched the fireworks and from there, my friend Freddy and I walked Lin home. This turned into an hour long ordeal as Lin lost his house keys back at the beach eek. In our walk back to the beach, God truly solidified our relationship. We were all able to talk and learn about each other, even learning some Chinese. Then God revealed to me a small piece of how he had been working was when I learned Lin actually grew up Christian, but felt unloved and abandoned by God. He felt it was God’s will that he met us, Epic, in Wildwood and it was a reminder of the reality of God in his life. This brought, and even as I write this brings much joy to my heart.
God continued to guide me towards Lin. During a time of group reflection, we were asked to write the names of every student we met, and pray over one of them. Among a list of 20 students I had written down, I circled Lin’s name asked my group to join me in prayer for him. I hadn’t been able to follow up with him since the day we met and felt fear that we had been forgotten or rejected. But God is like a thief in the night. That day, I saw Lin at the gym, and joined him in his workout. I invited him to join me for dinner back at our apartment and from there invited him to join us in a time of prayer and worship. While my heart should have been overjoyed at this opportunity God provided and the ways he worked in Lin’s heart to even show up, I felt disappointment in the language barrier that he must have experienced during this time. How weak and small my faith is!
Fast forward to Thursday, August 1st. I had been occasionally meeting with Lin to play basketball, workout, and saw him at work. That night, some of my friends ran into Lin and brought him over to our place. It was then that I learned he was taking a trip to Orlando from August 2nd to the 8th. I leave Wildwood on the 7th. I was struck with pangs of shame. I lacked deep love for my brother and it showed. My heart may have felt love for him in the past, but when met with inconveniences and my own complacency, that heart was easily lost. My heart is so small, so weak, so human. The night before he left, he joined us again, in a time of worship, prayer, as well as a message. Again I felt my doubts arise. How much of this will he understand? Will he feel pressured to stay? Will he truly be able to meet God here? This is our last night with him! But God’s promises are always yes and amen. Afterwards, Lin came over to our place to say our last goodbyes. It was bittersweet. But as he was leaving, he said that maybe, the love he felt from me and from us was God’s love. He told me he needed community back in Taiwan and a church that loved him. I ask God to never let these requests and this brother leave my heart.
See you in LA Lin 🙂



