Old Missionary Kids Talk About Faith

At Chefoo Reconsidered we did speak Of faith as something we as children held To be most precious, with our parents’ fierce Example holding us to sacred truths But now as adults with accomplished years We looked with cool detachment on that fire And wondered if with tainted motives they Flew us from homelands to a foreign field With them to fight for faith against some foe That now may seem to us imaginary And in so doing wound our youngling souls Yet all the same - some fire of faith persists Be it nostalgia for our Mums and Dads Or maybe glowing remnant of belief (Or did the love of Jesus never die?) Thus in your writings, Andrew, and your poems A light of kindled faith I feel, and warm To its blessed incandescent rays as one Who faith did sometime lose, yet seek again