One Friday night in November 2009, at the church international feast, I met Ms. Mary Walker. She saw that we had brought some dumplings in a glass pan, and at once shouted out in Chinese with a strong Shandong accent,” Jiaozi, wo ai chi jiaozi!” It was surprising to hear an old American lady speak chinese so perfectly to me, and the Shandong accent made it even more perfect. I quickly grew to love this old lady. Then I began to be addicted to the stories she told me. Those stories brought me back to the old time. They connected me to the memory I had about my grandparents and other elders around me. I was encouraged and amazed to find what God once did here, even in Shandong China.

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