I’m delighted to introduce you to Ming-Wai Ng, another of our many, fine friends from Charlotte, North Carolina. We met Ming at Hutchmoot 2014, that great gathering of our cousins at The Rabbit Room. She’s a fine writer and I appreciate this post for the humility and tenacity it inspires in me to keep seeing the good hand of God in all of life. Thanks, Ming. –Sam
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If communism had not taken over China, I would not be here.
If that black thread were to be purged from the tapestry of history, I would not exist. My entire being, my entire story, would unravel.
Think about all the dark lines you would like to erase: that horrible decision, that pain you experienced, that one choice you are sure no good can come from, that one meaningless tragedy, that travesty that was committed against you.
Take whiteout to the history books, apply it liberally. Erase all the black marks, all the wars, famines, disasters, disease, and you’ll probably erase yourself in the process.
We do not stand alone in time, a cord that woven from pain, sorrow, joy, tears, heartache, bitterness, and love, stretches back tethering us to our place in this moment.
Snip the black; it all unravels, unwinding into a pile of tangled, empty string.
My name is Ming and I am made of threads, threads of story, threads of pain. Before I was even born, thin filaments of loss, pain, joy, heartache, love, laughter, battles, and failure were being stitched into my being. Before I took my first breath, there were dark wispy fragments of pain being woven into the core of who I am. They are there now; from the soles of my feet to the crown of my head, and without those threads, I would not exist.
Frederick Buechner once said, “The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all.”
Erase my name and insert your own. Next time you want to snip and erase, remember there is One who is working all things together for good.
For now we see through a glass darkly…
Grab hold of that thick cord of history and when the storms come raging tomorrow and evil smiles, look back and see the fingerprints of love in the middle of chaos. Remember that we are never forgotten, even in our darkest and most vulnerable moments.
Here is truth: Love wins.
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