My journey...

My grandma passed away 1 and a half weeks ago. She was my last surviving... not anymore.. grandparent. I always remember her as someone who loves Jesus and she is one of the very first person in my life to introduce Jesus to me. Not that she ever taught me about Him or spoke to me about him. She brought me to her hokkien speaking church (which I did not understand a word of what the pastor was speaking anyway) but it was her life that showed me her faith and who Jesus was. She would always pray for us and we would often laugh at her, my cousins and I and commented "there she goes again". She would be praying at the dinner table while we wait anxiously for her to finish so that we could finally eat. She would also ask for our addresses and car number plate so that when she prayed, she would tell Jesus where to look for us. It is true. SHe kept a book of our particulars so that she couold take out and pray during her free time. But that is her faith.

I believe that now, most of her children and grandchildren are Christians as a result of her prayers. Now we would all sit down at the dinner table and my uncle or my dad would pray. No longer laughing at her faith. But thankful. Thankful for such a legacy. Thankful for the heart that she has passed on.

Something I have written a long long time ago. Thought I would share it. I guess this is how I view the "generic" church. People living in their own little society and world. When there is a new comer, we are quick to groom that person to be like the rest. Perhaps this is what it should be. Perhaps not.