As some of you may know, Grandpa Zhou was an elderly, angry busker with cerebral palsy playing the harmonica by the dirty train steps when I first met him 8 years ago in Singapore.
His life changed drastically when he caught a glimpse of God’s love. Through journeying with him, we’ve always kept in touch- even while we were in Uganda and Canada, as passersby and friends would update us and him through our blog and spontaneous Whatsapp calls.
More than a month ago, he went missing. Nobody knew what had happened. We kept praying. I expected the worst and yet hoped that somehow, he was well.
Today, I found out that he had injured his leg and is now warded at a rehabilitation hospital. Knowing him, I know he would so love to be visited, to have a listening ear, to have someone read the Bible in Mandarin or Cantonese to him. I know he would love for someone to listen to him play the harmonica again, to clap to his vintage tunes.
If you find time in yr busy schedule over the weekend and new year’s and would like to send him a word of comfort and give him much-needed company, please email me for more details and show him this photo.
Please let him know he is often on our hearts and in our prayers, and that we would love for him to hold Sarah-Faith (心恩) someday.
We miss you, Grandpa Zhou. 我们会一直为你祷告，你要坚强，好好康复。我们盼望着你抱心恩的那一天。上帝保佑你.
