For the last two years Max sent us fragments of his life…bits and pieces filtering in through email, voice memos, and pictures.
A couple weeks ago Dave and I got one of the best gifts parents could ask for since we got to go back to that place he fell in love with, to visit those wonderful people, and to put so many of those puzzle pieces he sent back together:
The Branch President from Taibao who looked so young in the pictures can speak English and has a sweet wife and a darling new baby girl. The Bishop with the buzz cut who helped Max so much when he was in Chaozou can’t speak much English, took Max under his wing when he started his mission there, and owns the hair salon Max called us from that first Mother’s Day in the mission field. The pet store Max sent us a picture of and we didn’t quite know why turned out to be the building where the chapel in that area is (just above the pet store).
So much came together over there in Taiwan, and all of it with constant Chinese floating around me, Max talking to everyone. Not just the beautiful church members and investigators, but the taxi drivers, the dumpling-makers, the hotel managers, the strangers on the train…and Dave can speak Chinese as well (we got to see part of his mission at the end).
I was lost in translation much of the trip.
But it’s weird how being lost in translation can feel so good.
Also, not only can Max speak in Mandarin, he can type in Chinese. He can just text back and forth on the phone with people IN CHINESE.
That baffles my mind.
I loved listening to him carry on the most beautiful conversations with everyone we met; glowing with love matching the glow of love they have for him. I am telling you, not many things can make a mama happier that experiencing that.
He navigated us around that country of his like nobody’s business.
We followed him like little ducks in a row, sometimes, (often-times actually), rolling our bags behind us, sweating in the tropical humidity, just loving life over there on that boy’s island that he loves.
And did I mention he can type in Chinese? Seriously, I’m in awe.
We landed on the most Northern tip of this long island (Taipei) and took the high-speed train down to the Southern tip: Max’s first area. Then made our way back up, stopping in every one of the areas where he served. The red arrow shows our journey:
We ate at his favorite places:
We got to meet countless people who shared their lights with him as he shared his with them:
Taiwan is a gorgeous country…the people and the land.
I’m excited to take you there with me next week and share a little of my journal from when we were there…and a lot of pictures 🙂