Sons of God's Generals: Unlocking the Power of Godly Inheritance by Joshua Frost Page B
Authors: Joshua Frost
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blessing to us. He could have just received, put it into more sermon notes, and stopped. He has never done that. It has undoubtedly been for the nations, but even more so for us!
Love and Family
The one who is Love Himself lives in each member of my family. First, just for me, I know how much I am loved, so that when I look in Jesus’ eyes, I know I am His favorite! Second, He has put each of us in our family in this amazing “inner circle” supportive group of fans for us to be supported and know unconditional love. Third, this “working model” of laughter, forgiveness, offense mending, anger, emotion, and commitment affects our world around us—and affects nations!
I am eternally grateful for my family—my dad, my mom, Carol, my sister and stepbrothers, my ex-husband, my children, my nephews and nieces, and my two grandchildren waiting in Heaven. Each one has been a gift from God to me—yes, sometimes for my character development, to practice forgiveness and also to practice repentance. More than that, though, it’s a group of people who are “mine,” tied to each other for eternity. They are God’s gift to me, to daily show me—through audible words and arms of care—that He is forever loving!
CHAPTER 6
MOVING AHN
Mary Ahn, M.P.P
“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
“Oh no, please go easy on me,” were the first words that came out of my father’s mouth when I told him that I would be writing a chapter in this exciting book. My response, as I walked away laughing, was simply, “I can’t promise anything.” The truth is I can’t promise that I won’t share the good, the bad, and the “not even a mother could love” ugly regarding my experience being the daughter of Pastor(s) Che and Sue Ahn. However, I can testify that those trials and tribulations that my family and I personally adventured through brought me closer to Jesus than I could ever imagine.
I’m sure that my dad’s nervous reaction to me writing this chapter stems from the fact that I am notorious for speaking my mind at a moment’s notice. Then too, my relationship with my father, according to my personal diagnosis, has not always been a “fantastic” one. In fact, if someone would have asked me ten years ago to sum up our relationship, my response would have been any of the following—bleak, depressing, or (my personal favorite) dismal.
Like Father, Like Son
In retrospect, I now realize my relationship with my father wasn’t all that afflictive. There are certainly far worse parent-child relationships out there. For instance, my father and his father (my
harabeoji
) had a very strained relationship while my father was growing up. One story that we children often heard was of a time when my dad and his mother (my grandma or
halmeoni
) lived in Korea while my grandfather (
harabeoji
) got settled in the States. My father didn’t see his father for the first five years of his childhood, and when they finally did reunite as a family, life was rocky. Often, my aunt raised my dad as both his parents worked hard to make ends meet. He was a latchkey kid who became involuntarily independent at a young age.
I don’t doubt that my grandparents loved their children. However, my
harabeoji
showed his love primarily through provision and discipline. My dad tells the story of his childhood in his book
Fire Evangelism
and describes how, out of anger and frustration, my
harabeoji
would physically discipline my father. My dad was a strong-willed kid and gave my grandparents hell. But there were times where my
harabeoji’s
discipline turned into physical abuse, and my dad’s relationship with his father was emotionally broken as a result. My father never received affirming words from his dad such as, “I’m proud of you,” “You are a great son,” or a simple, “I love you.” It wasn’t until my dad was 40 years old that his father said these simple yet profound words of love for
Love and Family
The one who is Love Himself lives in each member of my family. First, just for me, I know how much I am loved, so that when I look in Jesus’ eyes, I know I am His favorite! Second, He has put each of us in our family in this amazing “inner circle” supportive group of fans for us to be supported and know unconditional love. Third, this “working model” of laughter, forgiveness, offense mending, anger, emotion, and commitment affects our world around us—and affects nations!
I am eternally grateful for my family—my dad, my mom, Carol, my sister and stepbrothers, my ex-husband, my children, my nephews and nieces, and my two grandchildren waiting in Heaven. Each one has been a gift from God to me—yes, sometimes for my character development, to practice forgiveness and also to practice repentance. More than that, though, it’s a group of people who are “mine,” tied to each other for eternity. They are God’s gift to me, to daily show me—through audible words and arms of care—that He is forever loving!
CHAPTER 6
MOVING AHN
Mary Ahn, M.P.P
“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
“Oh no, please go easy on me,” were the first words that came out of my father’s mouth when I told him that I would be writing a chapter in this exciting book. My response, as I walked away laughing, was simply, “I can’t promise anything.” The truth is I can’t promise that I won’t share the good, the bad, and the “not even a mother could love” ugly regarding my experience being the daughter of Pastor(s) Che and Sue Ahn. However, I can testify that those trials and tribulations that my family and I personally adventured through brought me closer to Jesus than I could ever imagine.
I’m sure that my dad’s nervous reaction to me writing this chapter stems from the fact that I am notorious for speaking my mind at a moment’s notice. Then too, my relationship with my father, according to my personal diagnosis, has not always been a “fantastic” one. In fact, if someone would have asked me ten years ago to sum up our relationship, my response would have been any of the following—bleak, depressing, or (my personal favorite) dismal.
Like Father, Like Son
In retrospect, I now realize my relationship with my father wasn’t all that afflictive. There are certainly far worse parent-child relationships out there. For instance, my father and his father (my
harabeoji
) had a very strained relationship while my father was growing up. One story that we children often heard was of a time when my dad and his mother (my grandma or
halmeoni
) lived in Korea while my grandfather (
harabeoji
) got settled in the States. My father didn’t see his father for the first five years of his childhood, and when they finally did reunite as a family, life was rocky. Often, my aunt raised my dad as both his parents worked hard to make ends meet. He was a latchkey kid who became involuntarily independent at a young age.
I don’t doubt that my grandparents loved their children. However, my
harabeoji
showed his love primarily through provision and discipline. My dad tells the story of his childhood in his book
Fire Evangelism
and describes how, out of anger and frustration, my
harabeoji
would physically discipline my father. My dad was a strong-willed kid and gave my grandparents hell. But there were times where my
harabeoji’s
discipline turned into physical abuse, and my dad’s relationship with his father was emotionally broken as a result. My father never received affirming words from his dad such as, “I’m proud of you,” “You are a great son,” or a simple, “I love you.” It wasn’t until my dad was 40 years old that his father said these simple yet profound words of love for
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