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History of Sixth Generation Christian Faith Stories (Part 1)

ByRandall B. Phelps

Aug 26, 2022

Editor’s note: As a sixth-generation Christian in her family, a believer named Huang is a mother of three children. What follows is the first part of her family and personal faith story told from her perspective.

In my hometown, a small fishing village in southern China, missionaries came to preach the gospel in the early 1900s, when my great-great-grandfather became one of the first three people in the village to believe in the Lord.

My aunts and uncles who had finished their studies took special care of my family, because my mother, who had good grades, had dropped out of primary school to work because there were too many brothers and sisters in her family. When I was young, I looked forward to watching them ride their bikes to see my mother, because I could follow them to my grandmother’s house.

As part of her routine, my grandmother made a commitment to attend services, visit, practice singing, and clean the church every Saturday afternoon. Watching my grandmother’s back clean while singing hymns, I followed her to clean the pews, wipe the table, and mop the floor.

When I was about 9 years old, my whole family went to a church one night in Jieyang City, Guangdong Province to listen to a pastor from afar. On the way back, we discovered that my grandmother was lost. Mom comforted me and asked us to pray without fear to God who would help find her. Eventually she was found and it seemed to teach me that one day my grandmother would leave me and return to heaven.

Until suddenly my parents told me that my grandmother was seriously ill. As soon as I walked through the door, I heard her sing, “Trust and obey, for there is no other way to be happy in the Lord but to trust and obey. She scolded me for driving too fast, asking me to sit next to her to sing hymns with her.

Although my grandmother left us two months later when I was 11, I used to rush to my grandmother’s house to ask my grandfather, “Grandfather, where is what my grandmother went to? Later, I decided to seek the knowledge of God in order to see again in heaven my grandmother who could recognize me.

Besides being at home, my grandfather usually appeared in two places, either at the church, or at the house he was visiting, or on the way to the visit.

Suffering from the same disease, my grandmother passed away two months after the disease, while my grandfather lived a healthy life for ten years after being cured of the disease. During these years he was even more enthusiastic about building new churches in the village and serving the church. In my memories, the first thing he did when he woke up and the last thing before he fell asleep was to manage the village church.

In testimony during the dedication ceremony of the new church, he said a sentence with tears: “I love my church and I miss it with prayers. I will work harder for the ministries of the church until ‘until there’s nothing more I can do.”

After my grandmother passed away, my grandfather cared for my great-grandmother for decades, giving a set amount of money to those in need.

– Translated by Abigail Wu


History of Sixth Generation Christian Faith Stories (Part 1)