Yang Hui Ling

A little over a week ago I had an experience that I call a "God moment." When Bev and I got on the plane in Beijing to come home, I had an aisle seat and Bev had a window seat. A Chinese man came and sat between us and his wife was in the row in front of us. I traded seats with the man and now he was sitting in the aisle seat. He traded with a young Chinese lady in the row in front of us, and now she sat in our row in the aisle set. He was now setting with his wife. Wow. There was a lot of trading seats going on that day. We started settling in for the long flight home through Chicago.

Several years ago the Chinese government mandated that all Chinese students beginning in the fourth grade learn English. China is now the largest English speaking country in the world. This lady sitting with us in the aisle seat could speak marginal English and we started getting acquainted. She told us that she was flying to Miami, Florida to start work on a cruise ship called the Majesty of the Seas as a waitress. It was a six month contract and they had purchased her plane ticket for the trip. She in turn would pay the cruise line back from her earnings as a waitress for the ticket. Her hope was to earn enough money to buy her parents a home in her hometown. She had never been out of the country and had only been to Beijing once before. She knew no one in the US. The US would only give her a three day visa to make the trip through the US to Miami and onto the ship. Once on the ship she was pretty much confined to that ship without a travel visa.

Needless to say, Bev and I were greatly concerned for this young ladies wellbeing. We both have heard horror stories about cruise ships. We know some people who have worked on cruise ships that have had awful experiences. The thought that came to my mind was one of "indentured servitude." We traded email addresses and phone numbers. We told Ling that she could call or write us any time if she needed help. She asked Bev why we would care so much about her. We told her that we have two daughters. Both of our daughters have lived outside of the US and we know what it feels like to have a loved one so far away.

I guess that my contact with Ling and knowing her story was very unsettling for me. About a week ago, and I don't know if this happened in a dream or what, but I vaguely remember praying for Ling in the middle of the night. I remember asking God to protect her and keep her safe. For several days after we got home, I struggled with that horrible thing called "jet lag." That is a condition were you feel like sleeping during the day and you can't sleep at night. You lay in bed tossing and turning until you get up. Someone recently told me that it takes a day to recover for every time zone that you cross. We crossed 13 time zones!

It was a Sunday night or I guess early Monday morning. I had several meetings the next day and during a Monday luncheon meeting I get a call on my cell phone. It was Ling. She called to tell me that she was OK. She said that the work was hard and long but she was OK. In that moment and I can't fully explain it, I felt the Holy Spirit. I told the story to the person I was having lunch with and he sat there with a stunned look on his face. We both knew that what I had just experienced was a "God moment." There is a line from an old William Cowper hymn that says, "God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform." Praise God He does!