By Mone, April 2009
Christ has risen from the dead – and only a few people realise this, and even less believe it. It was like this when it happened and still is today. At home I never really realised it because everyone seemed to celebrate Easter somehow. But here in Mongolia it is different. At first I could hardly believe that on Good Friday we would have normal classes. When we spoke to our teachers about it, we realised that Easter is not known here at all; neither the holiday nor the meaning of it.
We suggested to our teacher that we read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion in the Bible on Good Friday, in Mongolian of course, and talk about it. Although she is a Buddhist, she agreed. There are many things which were difficult for her to understand. Okay, Jesus had to die. But why the resurrection? We soon reached our language limits, let alone our different concepts of God. We continued to read on Easter Monday though, and also on the following Wednesday. On the one hand, she wanted to know the ‘end’ of the story, but on the other hand we felt a certain relief when we returned to the normal subject matters. Had the Word of God reached her heart? I don’t know. Again and again I realise that my life here must speak when my words are not enough.
