“The one thing I can do even when I have no ability is to kneel and pray.”

The moment I heard these words from the senior pastor, my father suddenly came to mind. Now facing the twilight years of his life, my father is battling illness instead of enjoying a peaceful retirement. Seeing him recently experience early symptoms of dementia, I quietly wonder, ‘How much time has God granted my father?’

Looking back, my mother’s earnest dawn prayers for us three brothers remain vivid in my memory, but images of my father praying rarely surface except for occasional family meal prayers before gatherings. Yet, through ‘Father’s School,’ I’ve come to understand a little of the weight of his era he had to bear and the reasons for living he couldn’t fully express. Now, I grasp that heart, fully understanding and embracing him with love.

As my father’s life memories gradually fade, I now feel compelled to record and share the recollections of his life. I earnestly hope that during his remaining years, he may experience the joy of kneeling in prayer before God. Holding that hope, I have resolved to build my own altar at dawn first. May my prayer become a habit first, and may my example serve as a model for my children, laying a solid spiritual foundation for the next generation. I believe that when I kneel first, the prayers of our family will continue unbroken.