Seeing Reality and Imagining More – A Brief Return to China
Sixteen years ago, my parents and I left China on an Air Canada flight for our new home in the United States. That trip was the beginning of my family’s long immigration journey to America. A lot has changed in China and in our family in sixteen years. Although my parents and I have returned to visit separately, we had never returned together. We finally got a chance to do so this past May, on the morning after my graduation from Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary. We reversed our steps from sixteen years ago, flying out of Boston into Hong Kong, and again on Air Canada. A few days into our trip to visit family and friends, my uncle asked me, “Do you feel your life in America is greatly affected by the rise of China?” I was not prepared for his question and gave a clumsy answer. But as I answered this question, it occurred to me that no matter what my answer, it could not douse the flicker of national pride behind his question.
