My parents are first-generation Korean immigrants who sacrificed everything for me to get into a good school and become a doctor or an engineer. Neither of those things is on my radar anymore — I'm studying theology — and my faith, which they see as an American thing I picked up at college, is a source of real tension at home. Every break is a negotiation. Every phone call has an undercurrent. I don't have a tidy resolution to offer. I'm still in the middle of it. What I can say is that Lead with Light gave me a community that holds me through it — people who pray for my family by name, who don't tell me to just cut ties or to just submit, but who sit with the complexity alongside me. Honor your father and mother is a command, not a suggestion. But so is following Jesus wherever He leads. I'm learning those two things don't have to be at war, even when they feel like it. My parents love me. I love them. God loves all three of us. That has to be enough for today.
