Grandpa Wang died on Thanksgiving (that’s mom’s dad). Sadly, it hasn’t hit my heart the way Salvie’s death did because I didn’t know him that well. I’ve probably only seen him 3 or 4 times in my life. It seems like the mourning process was pretty quick for my mom too, as she’s been rather removed from her family for the past 30 ish years.
Last time I went to Taiwan, I knew my grandparents’ time would be up soon. And I was sad. There’s so much I don’t know about them, there’s so much I want to ask, and now I can’t ever ask my grandpa because we’ll be eternally separated.
His death has sparked in me a renewed sense of urgency for Taiwan. There’s so much hype for China, but in reality, I would bet China is doing a LOT better off than the United States spiritually. My mother’s family grew up with generations of ancestral worship, Buddhism, and Taoism. So at the end of my grandpa’s life when my mom shared the gospel with him, what would Jesus have to do with anything? Who is this “white guy,” Jesus, this Western god, and what does He have to do with eternal life and death? Little did my grandpa know, everything.
I’m reminded of the Apostle Paul’s words in Romans 10:14-15, “How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”
It just seems so unfair to me, as though my relatives have no fighting chance. How can they believe if they hadn’t heard? How could they hear if no one has preached to them? And how can one preach without being sent? My dream is to spend a summer in Taiwan, for my cousins and aunts and uncles to believe in Jesus and be saved, and then for them to be insiders in a spiritually dark nation…to live among the lost and impact the nation of Taiwan, one disciple at a time.
A few days ago, I was in a very minor car accident. If I hadn’t swerved it could have been a major one. Life is fragile. Life takes unexpected turns. Any one of our loved ones could pass on at any moment. God has called all believers to bring the gospel to those who are not saved. Are we being faithful to this calling? Or are we waiting until it’s “not awkward” anymore, for a better time, when the gospel will be more convenient?






