Last
Friday, I was informed of the loss of Dr. Hsu and my friend Harry Mikula's
mother.
This
news was hard to swallow. I did not know what to do. I sat and let the words
sit on me, sway across the air.
It
still feels weird.
Because
I remembered the times he would greet me with an
"Ahn-nyung-ha-sae-yo" (Korean for 'hello'). I remembered how he had
played piano so beautifully for our school.
The
absences of these two people came so abruptly that I almost did not believe it.
I
once heard from a friend that she found out more about herself through the
death of a parent. She said it was like peeling a layer away. I wondered what
she meant by that.
The
loss of these two people would peel a layer away too. What could be learned
through this? What good did these things serve? In my limited human
perspective, I am quick to ask all these questions. Life is fleeting and so
fragile. Why does God make us in that way? Through Dr. Hsu's life and his
legacy, I found myself looking to him as an example, I want to live using the
gifts God has given me in bringing glory to Him. I want to live for Him... Dr.
Hsu did the same - he wasn't in it for the money or fame. He genuinely loved
God, PBU, and the students. Perhaps this was why he could be used in such a
high degree. He simply showed love, touched his audiences with the love of
Christ. He did not argue about the correctness of his theology. He
just...
~Hanah Bae
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