Many people refuse to believe in God because of the immoral things Christians do: war on religion, men killing other men in the name of God, priests’ sexual abuse on children, bribery inside the church, etc. All of those are horrible, ugly things, but it seems like the world is confused between God and man, religion and discipleship. God didn’t steal the money from the collection; man did. God didn’t hurt the little kids, man did. God didn’t use one man to slaughter another for the fun of it, man did. So that’s the difference between God and man. God is loving, merciful, patient, kind, forgiving, just, fair, righteous, holy, perfect. Man is sinful, envious, deceitful, and evil in the heart. But not all man are like that, at least not in today’s world. There’s a group of man that’s completely different from everybody else. When the world seeks its own gain and selfish interest, this group put other people above themselves. When the world uses one man to compete against another out of jealousy, this group has patience toward others. When the world promotes kingship, pride, and power, this group just wants to be servants. When the world hates one another, this group loves each other. This group of man is called disciples or followers. But who are they following? Jesus.
Christianity is a religion, so a Christian is simply a person who follows the religion of Christianity. A disciple, however, is held accountable at a higher standard. A disciple is the one following Jesus, God Himself, not a religion made up by man. When Jesus taught His disciples, He didn’t say go and make Christians; he told them to go make disciples. A disciple is the one who follows what Jesus taught, not what the church teaches. A disciple is the one who does what Jesus did, not what religion promotes. Many can be Christians, but only a few are disciples. In October 2016, I made a decision to become a disciple. Until this day, I have kept that promise, and I will continue to keep that commitment with God.
God I acccept the responsibility to be your disciple. I choose to love you, honor you, praise you, and walk with you everyday. To act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with you for the rest of my life and for all eternity.
Among all of the people I know, the person that fits the description of a disciple the most is my dad. He has a phone ministry where he literally talks to people on the phone for hours to counsel them and ultimately always bring them to God. One thing that amazes me the most and I honestly don’t know how he does it is how he has the patience to deal with people. Let’s take me for example. We talk for hours, I think our record is 5 hours straight non-stop but I’m not sure since we already have so many conversations. When we talk, we literally talk for hours on the phone. When our conversation is less than an hour, that’s unusual for us. But I’m such a spoiled brat, both to my dad and also to God. I don’t always take his advice the first time, but eventually typically I will. But he always patiently talks to me and LISTEN to me, now this part takes patience! And I don’t know how he does it. How can he love somebody that much to have that kind of patience on them? That I still don’t get.
As a blessed child and also a spoiled brat, I’m always on the receiving end of this ministry. Until recently, God gave me an opportunity to be on the giving end of the ministry. I think I did ok and probably passed this small quiz. But now having the experience on the giving end makes me realize how impatient I am. Well I certainly hope that this is something that will come naturally through practice. Otherwise there’s no hope for me, at least not by default. But another thing that I don’t get is how God loves me. I’m nothing but a spoiled brat, but because I’m His spoiled brat, He loves me unconditionally. Why would He love such a kid like me? I constantly complaint; I’m ungrateful. I make stupid decisions. I’m impatient and easily angered, especially when I don’t understand why certain things happen and what’s happening next. So how can He love me? How can He love somebody like me? And even better how can He trust somebody like me? How can He continue to use me to do His work by serving others? That I don’t know. But I’m certain of one thing: I’m glad He did and I hope He will continue to use me to serve others as I’m serving Him. All I want is to be a servant. And that’s how I understand what a disciple means: a servant.
When Matthew wrote down the teachings of Jesus, he probably didn’t have a clue of what would happen next. How could he? How could he know that his writings would turn out to be one of the four gospels, the most reliable and accurate recordings of teachings of Jesus on earth? He couldn’t, so he probably didn’t know. But his faith was strong enough that he wrote it down anyway. As he was listening, he was probably thinking “I don’t know what he means by this story, but let me just write it down anyway then we’ll figure it out later.” Matthew just wanted to be a disciple. So do I. As I’m writing this blog, I don’t know why, but for every article, I feel led by the Holy Spirit to write down these words. I don’t always understand everything, but I guess let me write it down now and we’ll figure it out later. It’s exciting to work for God. It’s such an honor to be His disciple, His servant! But the fate of a disciple is not pretty though, and Matthew 10 paints a very vivid picture of it. But I’m not afraid. I’m excited! I know God has a big plan for me. I don’t know what it is, but I’m excited for it. I just want to follow Jesus, be his disciple, and be a servant of God. What His plan is, I don’t know. But I’m excited as I go through one assignment at a time. And the best part about all these assignments is that we go through them together. What a great master! He doesn’t just tell me what to do and leave me alone to figure it out. He tells me what to do, guides me through the process, and does it with me. What a great Father! And the most beautiful thing of all is that the whole discipleship and servanthood are based upon love. “A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another” (John 13: 34-35). What a love!
My prayer is that God will continue to guide my spirit to write down His words and use my heart to do His work. I want His heart to be on my lips and my hands. I want to be a faithful disciple, a good servant.
As I’m writing this article, I’m sitting at a desk in Saint Louis, MO. This city has a very special meaning in my heart. This is the first time I came to America. This is where I started my American dream toward Harvard. I left everything and everybody behind, packed my bags, hopped on a plane, and crossed the ocean for this dream. And Saint Louis is where I started the journey toward my dream. But it doesn’t stop here. This place has even more meanings than my dream and my journey to America. This is the first time I met God. I’m sure that He already knew me even before I was born, but here is where I first knew of Him. This is where I met Him for the first time. It’s my first time going to church, first time going to Sunday school, first time experiencing a church retreat (where I met Him for the first time through the love of His disciples), first time knowing the name of Jesus and what it means, first time opening and reading the Bible (before that I didn’t even know what a Bible looks like), first time hearing so many words I didn’t understand: salvation, sin, Christ/Messiah, forgiveness, unconditional love, etc. My journey of faith didn’t start till I moved to Wisconsin when my mom passed away, but Saint Louis is like a baby step to prepare me for the building of the foundation of faith later in Green Bay. Coming back to this city this weekend for a wedding is like a confirmation from God to reflect on the journey of how we started our relationship, how we met for the very first time, and what changes He has made in my life (for that I’m grateful for all eternity). The closer I get to God, the more I realize what a spoiled brat I am and how much I don’t deserve Him. Yet at the same time, the more confidence I have in my identity in Christ and the stronger my faith gets. That doesn’t make any sense, or maybe it does but I just don’t get it. Either way it’s such a wonderful thing to be with God and to walk with Him everyday. Now writing this article in this city marks a full circle of our relationship. It doesn’t end here. It’s just exciting to walk through the rest of life with Him.