Each crossing I hauled a lumpy bag packed with Bibles that would go to underground churches in places I thought I'd never come close to. This was before I knew about UPGs or even understood the 10/40 window. Still, God had planted a seed. And from an adolescent thirst for adventure, He cultivated a passion in me to reach China for His Kingdom. 

The next few years formed around this newfound desire. I joined an international student ministry, filling most of my spare time with it. If I wasn't working or in class, I was studying Chinese, attending some cultural event, or spending time with internationals. I eventually returned to Asia for two months—this time to a small city, where I shared the gospel with university students. That summer, as I daily walked through crowded streets, bustling with thousands who had no idea Christ loved and died for them, I felt more fully than ever God's compassion towards a lost world.