A Story of Incarnational Missions in Japan
Kyoko felt this was her family’s last chance to stay together. At the base of the staircase leading to their new apartment, she and her husband and their three young children unloaded their moving truck. As a young woman, Kyoko had moved to Kyoto to pursue art and design.
She didn’t know that the exciting young man she met was deeply involved with the Japanese underworld, or that their relationship would lead to three regretted abortions before they finally married. Now their life had completely unraveled. She had gone to the bullet train station to flee with the children, but her oldest daughter had implored her to call home. Kyoko had agreed to try one more time by moving to a new area.
Now, here in Kawachinagano, a foreigner came down the staircase. Strangely, he spoke to them in fluent Japanese and offered to help carry their things. Who was this man? Fruitful Relationships This was the beginning of a relationship that would span decades and transform three generations of Kyoko’s family, not to mention my own.
It was 1987, and my wife, Hiromi, and I were about to plant our first church. We had been praying for the family who would move into the empty apartment across the landing from ours. Soon after they moved in, we invited Kyoko to our home Bible study, where she began to tell her story. As a child, Kyoko was near death when, out of desperation, her parents asked a pastor for help. The pastor prayed and obtained antibiotics from the US. Satoko always knew that the prayers of Christians had saved her life.
An avid reader, as an adult she began to read the books of Christian author Ayako Miura—the same books that had led my wife, Hiromi, to Christ when she was in college in Osaka. There was an instant connection. On December 25, 1988, Kyoko was the first person baptized at our church plant. Over the years her husband and three children followed in profession of faith, and a few years ago her first granddaughter accepted Christ.