APPENDIX #2  “We Learn to Worship God!”

My name is Oyungerel Bat-Ochir.  I was born in Sainshand, a town in Dornogobi (Eastern Gobi) of Mongolia as a fifth child to my parents.  My birth bestowed my mother with a medal for the contribution in the growth of the Mongolian population.  Then, it was a common practice implemented by the Mongolian government as an endeavor to boost the population of Mongolia.  In the beginning of the twentieth century, it was a crucial issue for the country with the population of only slightly over half a million.  Within a century the population quadrupled to 2.4 million, according to 2001 census. 

Ironically, from geopolitical stand, Mongolia, once the largest empire in the world, was brought down by disunity and discord to the size of sandwich meat between the two great nations.  Now it stands in the middle of heavy wheat consumers, the Russians, on the north and heavy rice consumers, the Chinese, on the south.  The Mongols happen to be heavy meat eaters. 

Both my parents were well educated and tried to bring us up consistent with the times.  My father, an engineer by his profession, worked for the Ministry of National Defense; and my mother was a lawyer, a defense attorney.  As both of my parents were in a full-time work force, my siblings and I looked after each other.  Nevertheless, I grew up in a caring and loving environment. 

The life and the future seemed to be promising and secure.  The government, to eradicate illiteracy and promote healthy society, provided free education and free medical care.  Compulsory education was based on the Russian system: elementary school, secondary and high schools.  It even paid stipends to all University and college students, although Universities were very competitive.  In the thirties, during purges, religion was destroyed; and the monks were in the best scenario, severely punished, and in the worst scenario executed, just like other nonconformists. 

The common belief of our society was that one could be a better person and could build society of justice and equality.  Thus, Communism was a utopian kingdom that we strove to bring down on our own efforts, without God.  However, the Godless kingdom proved itself to be a utopian illusion.  Without higher standards, a person becomes a subjective judge of his own action and beliefs, and human idealism turns to human idolatry. 

When communism collapsed in 1990, many saw that the kingdom built on illusion was ever fragile and far from reality.  The economic went sour: food shortage and unemployment were rampant.  Even the medals that decorated mothers who had many children lost their value and significance.  Some families sold the alloy in the medals for mere “pennies”.  The false sense of security was rapidly crumbling.  So, did the world built around me.  My parents decided that marriage did not work for them and it was better for them to live apart.  As a teenager, I was left to my thoughts alone: I was thirsty for truth and angry at the world for all the evils of society. 

Many questions were racing through my mind on the meaning of the lost world.  Chaos, confusion, and disappointment with inability to bring the just kingdom into this world disturbed me.  Buddhism was slowly reviving.  My friend’s student-monks were offering an alternative to the world deprived of its Essence, others were offering pure materialism.  Some of my teachers, especially of history, were uncertain about the subjects they taught.  We openly discussed the events and issued that were rolling the world in the beginning of 90s. 

Among these many voices, the voice of God was reaching my heart.  His message of love, of love to death on the cross to redeem the sins of men and reconciliation to Him; brought me a meaning to live for.  My story of coming to know Jesus Christ begins with the days, when students began to rebel and were unwilling to listen to their teachers. 

Then, there was an experiment to divide classes in my high school according to the subjects students were interested in pursuing further, to prepare them for their future education.  Thus, my friends and I happen to fall into different classes, as I chose to pursue a medical degree.  One day, I decided to go with my friends to a gathering, at the expense of my chemistry examination.  However, to my relief on the next day, I learned that no one showed up for the examination and, therefore, it was postponed until later. 

At the meeting, one Nepalese evangelist was sharing the Gospel through a translator; I was excited to hear the message of redemption and wanted to hear more.  So, I came to the church-theater, where the first handful of Christians were gathering.  There I accepted Jesus as my Savior and Lord for His truth was simple. 

In 1992, at the year of my graduation from high school, I decided to study at the Bible School in Ulaanbaatar, the capital city of Mongolia, where I spent most of my life.  The Bible School was opened in April of 1992 to train national evangelists and leaders.  Gaining momentum, Christianity was spreading like a wild fire and many were coming to Christ.   

After completing my 3-year program, I worked at the Union Bible Training Center and also assisted East West Foundation, a NGO that helped to open the first Bible School in Mongolia.  After another three years of work, I wanted to do something else, to go into some development work.  However, I felt that my education was not enough.  So, after several inquiries, I had an option to study either in Australia for two years or in Singapore.  I hesitated.  Although, I did not have any options to study in America, I really wanted to come to America.  Then one day an opportunity came.  My friends told me about Trinity Lutheran College in Issaquah, Washington, and put me in touch with Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. 

I have studied now for two years at Trinity Lutheran College, and am now studying business administration at Susquehanna University, Pennsylvania with the help of a scholarship from ELCA and a Green’s merit scholarship from the University.   

Through all that has happened and is happening in my life, I can now see God’s faithful hand leading me, even at times of my rebellion. 

(Written by Oyungerel Bat-Ochir from Mongolia.  Oyungerel served the summer of 2002 as an intern with the Division for Global Mission of the ELCA.)

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