
A 2-minute tribute to my late father
James Han-Sing Liu
December 20, 1932 - October 27, 2007
My father loved every single one of his children dearly. He expressed his love to each of us differently and uniquely. To me, my father was more than just my father; he was also my dear friend.
Since I am still living at home and being a “home-body”, I get to spend a lot of time with my parents, especially my father. My father and I used to sit by the kitchen table and talk. We would talk about politics, arts, music, relationships and religion. Sometimes our talks would turn into debates. Sometimes those debates would turn into arguments because we have very different view points. Sometimes those arguments would turn into fights and once in a long while our fights would last for a few days and we would avoid each other until one of us say sorry and ask for forgiveness from the other person.
My father was my biggest fan. He loved me and supported whatever I wanted to do. When I wanted to be baptized again, he honored my decision and encouraged me to do so. When I ran into painter’s block, he bought me art books, supplies, gave me painting hints and showed me special technique so that I could overcome my painter’s block. To encourage me, he even bought me an expensive easel to use. When I went onto mission trips, my father would pray for me and for my teams. Whenever I come home from my mission trips, he would wait up for me and ask me how things went for the day or for the week. He was so supportive to me that he has even mentioned me in his very last sermon.
I thank the Lord for giving me my beloved father and I praise God that I had the privilege to be one of his children. I thank Jesus for dying on the cross us. He has triumphed over death so that whoever believes in Him shall live with Him.
I miss my father very much. Even though he is no longer with us now, he is with Jesus in Heaven. He is probably talking up a storm with my dear Jesus. I know that when my turn comes to go see my Maker, my father will be standing next to my dear Lord Jesus, waiting to give me a big hug.