I think from time to time, as I think of it, I want to write about people who have been in my life who have been an inspiration. My life is kind of boring, and rather than boring you with what I ate for lunch today or if I worked out, hopefully it will be a little more meaningful.
When I was a kid there was a lady at our church who would babysit us from time to time. Her name was Faith. Faith always had these Chinese candies that are fruit flavored and paper-thin. You eat one sheet at a time and as a 5-year-old it was so fun!
Faith would tell us Bible stories, probably sing songs (honestly I don’t remember much), and since our grandparents both lived either across an ocean or on the other coast, she was like a grandmother to me. SUch a sweet countenance.
Faith and her husband (forgot his name, biblical though maybe Peter??) moved to the sSates from China. Somehow they were able to leave,and thank goodness, because her husband spent several years in jail there for being a Christian. At the time I had no idea but when I found out about it, it made persecution so much more real because now the persecuted Chinese had a face and a name. As you would probably guess, Faith and (husband’s name!) weren’t their real names, but as many immigrants do, went by a more western (and this case biblical) name after moving to the States.
There are certainly so many people like this sweet couple. But something about her countenance has stuck with me all these years, even though I haven’t seen her in about two decades.
I hope I never have to go through the persecution they did, and if I do I pray for the strength to endure. But regardless I hope to have the poise, impact and legacy people like her have on others. It seems to take a lifetime.
You can bury yourself in stuff, in career advancement, in cosmetic procedures. But I hope when I do have a family, I can relay what’s been sown in me.
