As most children who grew up in Tianjin, China, my grandparents (my dad’s parents) brought me up. I’ve come to know them as my second set of parents (almost) for 12 years before I left China. There is this heart connection I have with them through blood and life experience.
It grieves my heart beyond measure to know that they are nearing the end of their lives and they still don’t know Jesus. I first came to know this grief when my grandma (my mom’s mother) past away in 2008. It was a piercing grief, a super natural grief that is completely different from the grief of other kinds of setbacks in life. It is not just the grief of losing a family member, but the grief of not knowing whether I will ever see her again or not for the span of eternity. The same grief leaves me speechless and motionless every time I pray for my grandparents from my dad’s side. In the midst of other uncertainties in my life, this particular grief is so much more forceful and stronger during this Christmas season. I wish God would answer this one prayer of bring my grandparents to Him more than any other prayers.
