Arriving in Tokyo, Japan, as a Journeyman, I quickly became overwhelmed by lostness as I stepped into a concrete jungle of 38 million people and less than 1% Christian. On an average day, I would jump on a crowded train, observing the faces of those around me. The masks everyone wore acted as a shield for their emotions, but in their eyes, I saw hopelessness. The gloomy energy that filled the air brought tears down my cheeks as I felt the sense of helplessness that those around me were carrying.
As my burden for the Japanese people began to grow, I sensed an urgency for the gospel to be preached. I wanted those without hope to understand where true hope could be found. I continually prayed with my team, “We want to see more Japanese people worshiping Jesus.”
As a Journeyman, my role was working with Japanese churches. One Japanese church I spent most of my time with gathered in a little space above an Indian Restaurant where 11 baptized believers met. There, I met a local believer who we can call Tom. Tom and I began meeting for dinner every Wednesday night before Bible study.