08/08/2025
See you later, dad.
Around 3 am my phone rang. It was the man in charge of my parent's mission board. "You need to call your mom" he said.
Had there been an accident? Like any kind of call at this hour, I braced for the worst.
I called her and she immediately picked up. "Dad has gone to be with the Lord." I was shocked to learn that my father had suddenly passed away on July 25th.
A few hours later, I found myself at the Atlanta airport just four days after I had touched down in the U.S. for home assignment.
My parents have severed as missionaries in Japan for 30+ years.
My emergency trip back to their place reminded me again of how much it is a spiritual outpost of sorts.
Sagamihara is a city that is part of the greater Tokyo area. My dad was born here. In 2006 Tsukui city merged with Sagamihara. The Tsukui area is a gateway to the mountains, surrounded by beauty. But spiritual darkness is present. The day I arrived, the area was doing its annual festival. Tradition and idolatry mingling in parades through street almost seemed like the devil laughing and saying, “this is still my turf”.
From their home, you see beginning of the urban sprawl of the city.
I was also born in this city, and spent my teenage years. Working. Skateboarding. The corner of the city my parents are in has had a few minor changes but remains largely the same way it was when Ieft a decade.
Sometime after 2027, the maglev train is supposed be completed, connecting Nagoya to Sagamihara, cutting down a 4 hour drive down to 45 minutes. I always had it in the back of mind that once the line was completed, we would also work on starting a church plant with the churches in Nagoya serving as base to support the church.
This still remains a dream of mine, just my dad won’t be there to see it.
If you’re still reading this, pray for God to fill in the gap in Sagamihara. Pray about what God wants you to do reach this city.