Legacy. Memory. Eulogy.
I’m reflecting as I’m hearing a sermon I don’t understand. (It’s in Korean). The founding pastor of a small, faithful Korean church has passed toward heaven.
I’m thinking about what my legacy will be.
I’m thinking about Rev. Chong Ki Ho and his almost 80 decades.
I’m thinking of Robert Germain Thomas, who died for Jesus and Korea in 1866.
I’m thinking of Jonathan Goforth, Presbyterian missionary to Korea in the early 20th century, and integral part of the revival in Pyongyang, of which these hundreds around me are all heirs.
How will I spend my life?
Where will I spill my blood in sacrificial love?
What will my funeral look like in four-plus decades?
Will I live them well? Will I spend them wisely?
Will I serve in such a way that a fellow brother would be willing to sit through a funeral in a language he doesn’t know?
The cliche of the “dash” between 1980-??
Take my life, and let it be…
Grace, Lord, please.