I live in Chengdu, the heart of Sichuan province. Our city rests on the fertile Chengdu Plain, blessed with ancient irrigation systems that have sustained life here for thousands of years. These waters have carved paths for growth, making Chengdu not only an agricultural treasure but also one of China\u2019s most important hubs for communication and trade.<\/p>\n
Walking the streets, I feel the weight of history\u2014over 4,000 years of stories echo in the temples, markets, and alleys. Yet this land, vast and diverse, is often misunderstood as one people, one culture. In truth, China is a mosaic of nations and tribes, each bearing God\u2019s image, each in desperate need of the hope found in Jesus.<\/p>\n
I am part of a movement that has quietly spread across China\u2014millions have come to know Jesus since 1949, one of the greatest awakenings in history. And yet, I live under pressure. Persecution is real. Brothers and sisters here, and in places like Xinjiang among the Uyghur Muslims, face arrest, harassment, and loss of livelihood. Still, the fire of the Spirit keeps burning.<\/p>\n
Chengdu is not only a gateway to Tibet, but also to the nations. The government speaks of the \u201cOne Belt, One Road\u201d initiative, reaching for global influence. But I see another vision: a crimson road, washed by the blood of the Lamb, stretching out from China to the ends of the earth. What if from here, disciples were sent to every tribe and tongue? What if this city became a fountain of living water, flooding nations with the love of Christ?<\/p>\n
I pray that day comes soon. Until then, I lift my voice in worship among the noise, believing that one day Chengdu will not only be known for its irrigation canals or trade routes, but as a city where rivers of living water flowed and the Kingdom of Jesus multiplied.<\/p>\n