My experience and time in Tokyo was amazing. I’m not going to lie, before I left and even while I was in Tokyo, I often wondered, “What am I doing?” Luckily for me, God knew what he was doing; what he was doing with me and my team; and more importantly he had a plan for the Japanese students we met. Looking back on it now, I’ve realized that even though I had thought I was going to share the good news of Jesus and his life to help change the lives of Japanese students for the better, I also found my life changed forever.
It’s interesting, Tokyo is really spiritually dark place. A city where there are shrines and idols at the corner of every block; and where suicide is the highest amongst 14-24 year olds. It all really begins to take a toll you. I think this really helped foster our team’s necessity and desire for prayer and for preaching the gospel not only to our Japanese friends, but to ourselves and each other as family as well. We were challenged daily by our worth, identity, and purpose in Tokyo. And if we did not preach the gospel to each other; that God desired a relationship with us so much that he sent his son for us, that Jesus came and died on the cross for us, that He fought for us and took us from our enemy’s hand by rising from the dead and conquering all sin and evil, so that we might have a relationship with Him. Then well we’d be done for. Because ultimately, what we found out and what I found out was that in order to deal with the daily spiritual battle, the daily struggles and hardship of ministry, we needed to be sure of our worth, our identity, and our purpose. We needed to be sure that we found all of at the cross.
I have many stories and experiences from Japan, which I would love to share more with you all about, but I feel this one story summarizes our team’s trip in Tokyo, why we were there, and most of all had one of the greatest impacts on my heart as well...
Tokyo’s suicide rate is something that really hits home to me, and because of it really breaks my heart, and is a big reason why I believed God called me to this city... Our story begins in our last week in Tokyo. My friend Christine and I were the “outreach team,” so we put on events and parties, outreaches, so the Japanese students can meet each other, rest of the team, and the Japanese staff. So we had this one outreach on tuesday, it was like the big outreach because our Japanese Christian friends were all done with finals, and most of our Japanese friends were done with finals as well. Okay well first of all, this outreach was seriously all God. We were a mess, didn’t quite know what we were doing... we had planned on having a Japanese student give his testimony, and we were going to have like these baked goods and stuff, but as it turns out, japanese kitchens just like dont’ have ovens for some reason, and the Japanese Campus Crusade Center also had a gospel choir group that was going to be practicing, so we didn’t even know if we could get the place. So literally, like 20mins before all our friends arrived we just prayed. We prayed hard; and I was just like God you know what you really need to show up tonight, because this is sucking really bad right now. And what happened? God provided. We ended up making these no-bake cookie pazookies (which were really good), the gospel choir ended up coming and doing a performance for us, and one of our good japanese friends Jiko ended up sharing his testimony with all our friends and his own gospel choir, whom like half of them weren’t even Christian; and we ended up doing these things called cardboard testimonies where most of the team wrote a short sentence of their life before Christ on the front, and after accepting Christ on the back. Best part it was all in Japanese. It’s great because it becomes this thing where God is like speaking to them, in their own language.
And God really used all of this, we broke up into groups and had two discussion questions after our stories/skits:
1. What did you think of these stories?
2. Which story stood out to you the most and why?
The results were seriously just so humbling. This one girl Haruka, who became a dear friend to the entire team, told the small group that we were in how she related to Jiko’s story. You could see that it was hard for her to tell, she was taking long pauses between words, deep breaths, fighting back the tears, trying to hold her composure. She was putting herself out there and being vulnerable. She told us through her tears how she related to striving to seek for her father’s approval and how she never found out, she told us through here tears how she related to losing so much hope in life, and she told us how she related to wanting to end her life, like so many other Japanese people. But then she met some of the girls on our team. She also told us through her tears, how grateful she was that she met us. She talked about how grateful she was that we shared with her the Gospel of the Jesus; that he came, not just for us Americans, but for her. She told us how she found just enough more hope in story of Jesus; that he came for us and fought for us and died for us, that she wanted to find out how real the father’s love for us is. Isn’t that amazing?! Like that whole evening was 100% I’m so thankful God doesn’t call perfect, event-planning, well-spoken, people to be on mission for him. But merely, he calls us, us broken people, changed forever by the love and life of Jesus.
And do you want to know how faithful God is to his children those he calls beloved?
Almost two months later of searching and seeking, our good friend Haruka prayed to receive Jesus into her life. Despite opposition from parents and boyfriend, the love of Jesus overcame her fears. No longer bound by the slavery of her fears and fear of acceptance, but rather rescued by the God that loves, set free, and made new. Haruka, we love you, and we care for you so much.
Thank you for using your resources to bringing the good news of Jesus to Tokyo, to my team, and to myself.