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Asia’s Cities: Part 2

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Shanghai's Elderly

Lessons from the elderly

By Emily Stockton

Shanghai native Yan Hua* cannot forget the life lessons seared into her memory.

Yan was 22 years old in 1957 when the Chinese government held its “Hundred Flowers Campaign.” During the few short weeks of this campaign, citizens were given rights to free speech. They were told they could criticize the government without fear of punishment.

But the half million who spoke out were identified as dissenters and arrested.

From this Yan learned not to trust the government.

Yan was 33 years old when, because she spoke fluent English and worked for a foreign company, she was mislabeled as an “imperialist spy.” The government banished her to the countryside where, for almost a decade, she lived among uneducated peasants, labored in the fields and lived without basic utilities.

From this Yan learned not to flaunt her foreign ties or her English ability, to lay low.

Yan was 35 years old when she got news that a Shanghai professor, an acquaintance of hers, jumped to his death following a humiliating public trial for being a Christian. It happened during the Cultural Revolution when churches were closed, Bibles were banned, pastors were paraded through towns in dunce caps, and some Christians were imprisoned.

From this Yan learned not to express religious belief.

Yan was 54 years old in 1989 when she heard the news of a conflict in Beijing’s Tiananmen Square. She thought the dark days were over, but they had flared up once again.

From this Yan learned never to let down her guard.

China now seems to be on a road to peaceful development, but the possibilities continue to frighten Yan. To survive, she feels she must trust no one, play both sides, be invisible and not rock the boat.

Yan, now 75 years old, still sometimes looks over her shoulder in fear. No one believed such events could happen the first time around, so she doesn’t rule out the possibility they could happen again. Who knows if, or when, the curtain will come crashing down on her peaceful life as it did in her youth?

Their numbers are growing

Yan and her Shanghai contemporaries comprise a growing minority among the population.

Shanghai’s aging population is expected to peak in the 2030s when the number of those over age 60 will swell to more than 5 million — a number equal to about one-fourth of Shanghai’s current population.

By then, there will not be enough workers in Shanghai to support the number of elderly on social security. The current workforce will be cut by almost half as a result of China’s decades-long one-child policy.

Shanghai’s city government has been considering a change to the one-child policy in hopes of remedying the shortfall of workers.

Some elderly, though, have no social security to rely on in the first place. Failing health, lack of finances, hopelessness, moves to unfamiliar neighborhoods and a dread of being a burden to their children — or having no living children to lean on — lead many to depression and suicide.

In China as a whole, the suicide rate among the over-65 age group is four to five times higher than in the general population, according to China Daily.

Jesus came to give hope to the hopeless. But Shanghai’s elderly, for the most part, do not know about it.

Adam Johnson,* a Christian worker in the Shanghai area, says it is urgent to have a strategy for reaching the lost people over 60.

“They have a different worldview. They have a different culture. And it’s going to take a different approach to reach them.”

*Names changed

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

A city on the move

By Ivy O'Neill

Even at midnight, the city isn’t silent. The night air is punctuated with the honking of horns, the music of karaoke bars and the scream of power tools as construction on high rises continues well into the night.

Ho Chi Minh City is preparing to become an Asian superpower.

“That’s going to be the new financial district,” said Linh*, a tour guide at the Bitexco Financial Tower. She’s pointing to an empty grassy field on the other side of the Saigon River. “In 15 years, that will all be high rise buildings.”

Progress shows all through the city. Chanel, Gucci and a myriad of other designer companies have storefronts along the streets of Ho Chi Minh City. Skyscrapers under construction stretch into the clouds. Previously held back by the tenacious grip of tradition, the city is reaching toward the future.

“People are moving forward and leaving the past behind,” says Trang*, a leader of a Vietnamese church. Vietnam still bears scars from its rocky history, but this city is definitely no longer a one-horse town.

It’s not just the economy that’s changing. Religion is sweeping through the country, as people find the Gospel more accessible than ever before through media, churches meeting and increased opportunities to share. Religion’s progress is slow, but still, it’s progress.

People are moving forward and leaving the past behind.Trang*, Vietnamese house church leader

Among the older generation, many remain entrenched in their Buddhist beliefs, visiting Buddhist temples and avidly practicing ancestor worship.

“You cannot stop the flow of a river,” says Huy*, a second-generation believer living in Ho Chi Minh City. He works to prepare materials for Vietnamese believers to grow in their faith. Huy and other believers are helping the “river” – or the Gospel message – find creative ways to spread through the country.

One such way is by reaching young people. As the city grows, more young people come to study and work. Roughly 70 percent of the population of Vietnam is in the 18-to-65 demographic, with the majority in the 18-to-30 range. The student and young worker population is exploding, especially in cities, where opportunities to study and work abound.

“When they come here, their focus would be … to study hard and work hard,” says Trang. “Religion is their unfelt need. They are trying to maximize their opportunities in the city to gain more of what they think is the first priority.”

People like Linh and Nhu* came to Ho Chi Minh City and found work there.

Linh, the tour guide, spends her limited free time with friends. “I don’t like to go to bars,” she says. “Most people go there to show off their expensive clothes and how much money they have. I have more fun just sitting in the park with my friends. We just drink coffee, sit on our motorbikes and talk.”

Nhu became a believer while working abroad and now works at a small coffee shop in Ho Chi Minh City. When she’s not working, she looks for opportunities to share the Gospel. Every day, Nhu goes to a public park where many Vietnamese young people like Linh go to hang out. She boldly goes from person to person, sharing the Gospel.

Many reject the message, but sometimes, people listen. Nhu’s heart is encouraged when she meets people willing to listen to the message she carries.

“I have a deep love for her,” she says, speaking of a new friend, Khanh,* she met in the park one morning. “She hasn’t believed yet, but her heart is soft. She is open and wants to talk about it.” Nhu continues to pray for the new friends like Khanh that she meets. She also prays for opportunities to share with other people in Ho Chi Minh City like Linh.

“I have to share Christ,” Nhu says. “He changed my life.”

Pray along with a Vietnamese believer for the people of Ho Chi Minh City.

*Names changed

Delhi, India

First person: a prayerwalk journal

By Cinda Ingram

Delhi is a sprawling, energetic intersection of old and new, wealth and poverty, religion and science. People from all over South Asia come for jobs, education, and asylum. Some come willingly while others are forced here. Delhi is massive, teeming and heaving with people.

Even though I’ve lived and worked in South Asia for years, I am easily overwhelmed by the city and want to know it better. Join me on a prayerwalk though Delhi.

Prayerwalk #1

The best place to start this journey is in my own neighborhood. Calm is rare in Delhi, but on Sunday afternoons in my upper-middle class area, things are generally tranquil. As I prayerwalk, I hear the hum of air conditioners, a sign of prosperity, and catch the sounds of snacks and tea being prepared. I pray for these families — it’s a general plea to the Lord for their salvation, for their awareness of His presence.

One house fascinates me. It has big windows and a rooftop garden above the third floor. The small courtyard is filled with Hindu symbols and small idols. I never see anyone here except a guard. I ask the Lord for the opportunity to meet this family. I ask Him to create dissatisfaction in their hearts with vain rituals. I ask Him to open their door to me or another believer so that we can share the Good News.

I encounter people dressed for parties carrying a small box of sweet treats for their hosts. Sunday evenings are a good time to visit. I thank God that relationships are so important to Indians. I ask Him to make my heart oriented more to people than tasks.

Several apartment buildings are under construction. The workers and their families live in these building shells. I pass a group of women sitting on sand piles watching their children play. I stop and ask what they are doing. One woman replies that they are resting before beginning evening meal preparations. As I walk away, I ask God to bless them in a special way, to give them dreams and visions, to unmistakably show them that He is the One True God.

I cry about their kids with the sweet smiles and ragged clothes. They play among welding sparks and precariously-piled bricks.Cinda Ingram,* A Christian worker in Delhi

I cry about their kids with the sweet smiles and ragged clothes. They play among welding sparks and precariously-piled bricks. It’s hard for them to go to school since their parents’ work is migratory and their families need money. I ask God why these kids have to live this way. I ask Him to show me how to wisely help them. I pray that they will go to sleep with full bellies and know love from their parents.

Passing a park, I stop to watch neighborhood boys play cricket. They are dressed in Western athletic gear, including shorts, which indicates a high social status. The boys ringing the edges of the game have darker skin and pressed jeans and shirts. They watch on the sidelines and are allowed to throw stray balls back, but the neighborhood boys do not invite them to play. I ask God to break the power of the caste system in India. I pray that all of those boys would have a hunger for righteousness and justice.

Nearing my apartment, I ask God to awaken my neighborhood, to show His power and might to these walking in darkness. I pray for open doors and that I can be someone who proclaims Truth to them.

Prayerwalk #2

A couple of days later, a colleague and I journey to the Kalka Mandir. This temple is dedicated to the Hindu goddess Kali. My friend and I pass through the first set of gates, asking God to protect us from the evil within.

There are beggars along the walkway. We pray for them, asking God to provide and to ease their suffering. We enter the main veranda that encircles the shrine and are assaulted by filth and chaos. We are pushed along with the devotees as they press forward to worship.

I find that my prayers are coming quicker and quicker, matching the tempo of the activity.

“Oh Lord, have mercy on these people. Make the scales fall from their eyes. Shake this place. Show Your power. Show mercy. Clean out this temple. Send a flood of righteousness to wash away this evil. Show mercy. Stop this madness. Roar with justice for these oppressed people. Break Satan’s power. Have mercy.”

People offer sweets and flowers to the idols. Bells ring to awaken the gods. Children’s eyes are smeared with Kohl. We pray for the noise and clamor to cease and for peace to reign in their hearts.

As we exit, a woman prostrates on the ground. She reaches out her fingertips and utters something. She gets to her knees and then throws herself prostrate again. She inches her way to the main temple, humbling herself before these powerless idols. We pray that Satan’s hold would be broken and that she would know the sweet presence of Jesus.

People offer sweets and flowers to the idols. Bells ring to awaken the gods. We pray for the noise and clamor to cease and for peace to reign in their hearts.Cinda Ingram,* A Christian worker in Delhi

We find a quiet, shady spot to rest. At a temple, the degradation and humiliation of false religion hits hard. I ask God how to show these people that they can be free. How can they understand Jesus’ atoning sacrifice? How can you cut through this madness to reach them?

As we walk down the street from the temple, I’m reminded of how Delhi’s diverse population contributes to this jumbled bustle encountered each day. Hindus, Sikhs, Jains, Buddhists, Muslims, and others vie for opportunities.

The Muslim neighborhood that we are now in has a distinct culture and feel. As the evening call to prayer blares, I ask God to break the hold Islam has on so many. I pray that Delhi would be a city united in Christ. I pray for the Muslims who are a 400 million strong minority in a land of 800 million Hindus. I pray they would know freedom and liberty in the Messiah.

Prayerwalk #3

Today, I am out early to find an auto-rickshaw to drive me around Ring Road. This road circles Delhi and I want to make the loop interceding for the city.

We start off by passing through familiar suburbs. Traffic is minimal. I thank God for the neighborhood He placed me in and ask that He shows me how to dig in and get to know more people in the area.

We arc north, passing pedaled carts filled with vegetables and other deliveries. I pray for these men who do hard manual labor each day for low wages. I pray that a spark of joy would lead them to Jesus.

We pass near the embassy district. People from all over the world live here serving as official bridges between their countries and India. This triggers thoughts about the believers’ role as ambassador and I pray that I would be a worthy emissary of Christ to the people of India.

As we move around the city, we pass neighborhoods I have only seen on the map. I pray for the people inside apartments.

People emerge from their slums to wash at the pump on the sidewalk. I pray for access to clean water and pray that they will taste Living Water soon.

More and more people are out now, running to catch buses, hailing autos, and walking to the subway stations. I think the only time I am not looking at another person in India is when I am in my own apartment. People are everywhere here — they are people who do not know the purpose for which they were created. I ask God to show me how to tell them.

We drive past Delhi University. Students are out, clutching books, buying snacks and chatting with friends. I ask the Lord to reveal to them that their hope and future is with Him.

Traffic is thicker now, buses belching smoke, workers hurrying to their jobs. We are near the Yamuna River, and men, mostly older ones, are strolling along the road with only a sheet wrapped around their torsos. They are on their way to bathe, taking ritual dips in one of the sacred rivers of India. I pray for their enlightenment, for understanding that only through Christ can they be washed clean.

I pray for access to clean water and pray that they will taste Living Water soon. Cinda Ingram,* A Christian worker in Delhi

We arrive back at the spot where we started. The driver excitedly asks how far we travelled in 90-minutes. The meter shows 54 km (33.5 miles). I think he is just as interested in this as me. I am thankful for an honest, kind auto driver, and I pray for his family.

Will You Pray for Dehli?

Delhi is a frustrating, fascinating city, and most of the millions here live without hope. There is so much potential in the city, so much interest in spiritual matters, so much desire for progress and growth.

These walks and ride remind me of the tremendous needs for spiritual ministries and physical ones. God has placed me in this city for His purposes, and even as I intercede for its inhabitants, I am changed.

God prods my soul for those without hope. He reminds me that only He can change their hearts. I am His ambassador to people who are in turn curious, indifferent, angry, welcoming and ultimately, seeking meaning and purpose. The Lord will be glorified among peoples He created, and I want to be a vessel He uses.

*Name changed.

 
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posted by robyn blaikie collins 19 Jan 2012

yes. we do.