Who's that man?

When I was little, I always remember staring at a picture my dad's mom had hanging in her living room. It was a picture of Jesus knocking on a door.

I didn't know who Jesus was and I remember looking at him and thinking to myself:

Who's that man? Whose house is that? Why is He trying to get in? Is He coming to visit someone?

The mind of a child is just like that. Lots of questions about everything. So, what if there was no one around to tell me the answers? What if it was illegal to even speak the name of Jesus?

I was at the downtown library yesterday looking at books in the basement where they keep the children's section. There were tables set up throughout the room with special books about Christmas around the world. Without putting much thought into it, I got excited and started looking excitedly for something about Christmas in China. I found nothing. Then it occured to me. China doesn't celebrate Christmas. It's illegal to hand someone a bible in China. If you're a Christian and you live in China, you are in danger.

This bothered me grately seeing no Christmas books at all from China. I then thought about my little girl and how if I didn't adopt her and bring her to a Christian country, she would never hear the gospel of Jesus Christ and she would go to Hell. Then I thought about all the other people who will be left there when we go over to pick up our little girl. How will they know about Him? Who will tell them?

Too many people and so little time!