I happened to pass by the First Methodist Church in Phnom Penh while scouting for a house yesterday afternoon. The parking is filled with cars and one of the cars belongs to someone I know. Earlier in the afternoon, just after lunch, I read email from Hope International School about the tragic accident where a Korean missionary family got killed. I thought, there must be a funeral or wake service for the family in this church. Without hesitation I entered the church and stood by the door since the church is fully packed. I stood beside one of the teachers at Hope. The service was in Korean language and I understood nothing, but the language of tears is clear and I could have not understood it better. It wasn't tears of joy but tears of sorrows and grief. The atmosphere was filled with sorrow and sadness. I don't know the family personally, but I've seen them many times at Hope International School, where my daughter also attends. My daughter is actually a friend to the two children that have been killed. Not one, not two but four funeral flowers lined up at the stage. I couldn't see whether or not there are coffins lined up. Both father and mother and two of their children got killed. The other two survived, the eldest and the youngest, but severely wounded.
|Bang Family Photo posted on the gate of Hope International School. The two girls on dad's lap survive|
One thing is certain, no one knows when death calls home. Christians and non-Christians alike, death may happens at any moment. Every time I heard a tragic death of people in ministry I can't help but tell myself, I don't know how to explain this. As I think about myself and my future death, I thought of George Whitefield famous quote, "We are immortal until our work on earth is done."
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