My grandmother raised me, and we were especially close.  She passed away a few years ago.  At the memorial service, I gave the eulogy from 1 Corinthians 13:4-7: “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude… it is not irritable or resentful… Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”  My grandmother embodied this love in her way of being, relating, caring, and serving.  A devout, creative, and courageous woman, she was fierce, persevering, and daring — learning new things, pioneering, and leading — yet also incredibly warm, compassionate, humble, gentle, and generous. Growing up with my grandmother in New Jersey involved prayer, scripture reading, and singing hymns at home every morning.  This is how I learned the Korean language.  In addition, she regularly welcomed people to our home to worship, pray, and break bread with us.  In this sacred space, there was also art.  With the daily music of my mother’s piano playing and teaching, the special memories I have of my grandmother include her sitting down with me to color and draw since I was toddler.  I still remember the flowers and butterflies we brought to life on paper. And as I am remembering my grandmother, I am also discovering more of my spiritual roots and appreciating her gift not only to me and my family, but to the many people she touched and encouraged.  

– A

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