We love the Mongolians and we love living amongst them. But there are moments when frustrations overtake us and we feel pushed to our limits and beyond. Often those times are marked by a particular discouragement that strikes us squarely in the stomach and knocks us to the ground. At such times, we often wonder whether we are fools.

I recently published a simple Mongolian novel[1] which begins with a Scottish missionary tramping his way through the Gobi Desert sharing the gospel with seemingly no visible results. The protagonist asked himself whether he was a fool too.

It shocks me to think of the ease with which disappointment and discouragement trips me up, leaving me questioning my calling and, worse still, moaning about my lot. It seems to take a little while before sense alerts me to my own shortcomings, which are many. How many times have I disappointed God, or used Him? And more precisely, what does my reaction reveal about the inadequacies of my own heart?

God is always gracious in His rebukes, enabling me to glimpse what He is doing while my eye has been focused on what I think should be happening in a person’s life or a given situation. As I repent and move forward, God has a habit of blessing me with encouragements.

Last week we had a telephone call. The caller said that he was Altanbaatar, Batjargal’s son from Arhangai. We immediately thought of the scruffy young lad with a passion for basketball but that lad has long since gone. We heard he had become an alcoholic.

We met him in a café in the city. Before he even spoke, we knew that he was no longer drinking. He told us how he managed to track us down and about the last ten years of his life. He spoke of his misuse of the church and Christians, of his downward spiral into oblivion that led to hankerings to end his life, particularly after the death of his parents which left him grief-stricken. But he said, “Some great fear prevented me from actually following through on those hankerings.”

Two years ago, God amazingly connected Altanbaatar with a Christian alcohol recovery programme. Step by step the programme enabled him to gain sobriety. As he began to experience life without alcohol, the Lord drew Altanbaatar back to Himself, until he was changed.

Today he helps others find the recovery and transforming truth of the gospel that he himself has experienced. His mother would have been leaping, or rather lifting her walking stick in praise to God. Despite her own frailties and her seeming physical insignificance, she was a pillar of the Arhangai church. In the years when she was bedridden, her worn Bible was constantly at her side. She read it and read it again, interceding for all who came through her door.

She lacked education. She lacked wealth and held no position whatsoever in society. From the world’s perspective, she was foolish. Truly a fool for Christ. Beyond the things that trip me up, I trust that God will enable me to be such fool as Batjargal was.

Altanbaatar’s story used with permission.

© copyright Gillian Newham 2020

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