Eugene Cho

No one is an island to themselves. Remembering my journey as a Korean-American immigrant. Rejoicing in God’s grace.

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I didn’t expect writing this post to get so emotional or for this weekend to be so emotional but such has been the case. I’ve been particularly reminded of my immigrant story – my personal journey trying to find my identity in a foreign country when I first came to the United States at age 6. After immigrating to the Land of Opportunity, I soon began to be pounded with questions like “Where are you really from?” and “Why don’t you go back where you came from?”…and of course, the mixture of insults which included words like chinks and gooks and commentary about my beautiful slanty eyes…

It’s been emotional as I’ve been reminded of the courageous story of my parents, the future for my children, and the investment of so many in my life.

It’s been emotional as I’ve been – again and again – reminded of God’s grace.

This weekend, Minhee and I are in Washington DC to attend a banquet to commemorate Korean-American Day in United States history (January 13). Be honest. You didn’t even know there was a Korean-American Day, huh?

Check it: S. RES. 283 of the 109th Congress:

Whereas on January 13, 1903, the arrival of 102 pioneer immigrants to the United States initiated the first chapter of Korean immigration to the United States;

Whereas members of the early Korean American community served with distinction in the Armed Forces of the United States during World War I, World War II, and the conflict in Korea;

Whereas in the early 1950s, thousands of Koreans, fleeing from war, poverty, and desolation, came to the United States seeking opportunities;

Whereas Korean Americans, like waves of immigrants to the United States before them, have taken root and thrived as a result of strong family ties, robust community support, and countless hours of hard work;

Whereas the contributions of Korean Americans to the United States include the invention of the first beating heart operation for coronary artery heart disease, development of the nectarine, a 4-time Olympic gold medalist, and achievements in engineering, architecture, medicine, acting, singing, sculpture, and writing;

Whereas Korean Americans play a crucial role in maintaining the strength and vitality of the United States-Korean partnership;

Whereas the centennial year of 2003 marked an important milestone in the now more than 100-year history of Korean immigration; and

Whereas the Centennial Committees of Korean Immigration and Korean Americans have designated January 13th of each year as ‘‘Korean American Day”…

Each year, the banquet – sponsored by Korean Economic Institute –  honor couple Korean-Americans around a particular focus and this year, they focused their selection of honorees around humanitarian work and I was truly humbled to be an honoree along with Kyung Yoon (Executive Director, Korean American Community Foundation), and special guest, Dr. Jim Yong Kim (President, World Bank Group).

No such thing as a self-made person

It’s emotional for me – not because I’ve won some sort of prize or accolade but to be honest, I’m again reminded that I am not an island to myself. I am who I am – even in all my imperfections – by the grace of God.

I am nothing with God.
I am nothing without God’s mercy and grace.

And yes, I am not an island to myself. You see, there is no such-thing as a self-made person. Someone invested in you and that’s certainly the case with me. Many people invested in me and I hope that I can – be and do – likewise for others.

I’m thankful…

  • I’m thankful for my parents who came to this country only knowing a very words like “Thank You” and “Hello” and “Good-Bye” and yet, they ran a grocery store in San Francisco called “Royal Pine Market.” We lived the classic laborious and unglamorous Korean-American immigrant journey. They got up at 6am to get the store opened by 7am and closed the shop at 11pm. Our family ate nearly every single dinner at this store for several years until we sold it.  I marvel and admire my parents – now more than ever before – because I now know how difficult it is to raise a family (and I know more than 3 English phrases!). I admire their commitment, tenacity, and devotion to their children and family.
  • I’m thankful for my wife, best friend, and deepest advocate – Minhee.  A simple bullet point would not be sufficient to explain her inspiration in my life. So, feel free to read this.
  • I’m thankful for my two older brothers (Philip & Michael) – who bullied me, babied me, and brother-ed me. They paved the way so that the youngest (aka “Eugene), could have an easier path.
  • I’m thankful for my children: Jubilee, Trinity, and Jedi. I love them dearly and inspire me to live my life as a model for them so that they, too, might be inspired as I’ve been inspired by my parents. I often fear how I’m failing them. All I can do is try my best to love them, teach them, show them – both in failures and successes and everything in between.
  • I’m thankful for my teachers. I had some bad ones, some mediocre ones, and some teachers that I know cared for me deeply. They went beyond additions, subtractions, divisions, conjunctions, and punctuations. They built me up; Inspired me; Demanded more from me. And I’m serious: Teachers are heroes.
  • I’m thankful for my pastors, mentors, and spiritual leaders – for pointing me to the One that informs and transforms everything. I’m thankful not just for the content of what they shared and taught but the content of their character – the latter brought veracity to the content of their theology and teachings.
  • I’m thankful for my team – my staff from Quest, Q Cafe, and One Day’s Wages. Grateful for these brothers and sisters. Grateful for their love and support. Grateful for their prayers. Grateful that they trust me enough to work with me. Thank you Gail, Ray, Katey, Joanie, Jin, Pam, Aaron, Coby, Christian, Anita, Michael, Jill, Sun, Criss, Roxy, and Matt. Thank you Philip & Julia. Thank you to all our interns, baristas, and volunteer staff.
  • I’m thankful for my church – my spiritual family. Thank you, Quest. Minhee and I are truly humbled to have started Quest Church in 2001 and I am privileged to be one of your pastors.

I’m humbled and grateful for these people and more who are part of my life.

My prayer – Then, Now, and Tomorrow

As I express my thanks to many who have poured into my life, my prayer for my life remains the same as it was in 1989 when I became a follower of Christ:

Dear God,

My hope is that in all things, I may bear witness to you.
I want to make You known.
I want to reveal Your story.
Through my actions, words, and deeds
– and even through and despite my imperfect life –
may many be fascinated and drawn to Your amazing salvation and grace.

In Jesus Name. Amen.

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13 Responses

  1. Penny Hunter says:

    Not sure why – but your post moved me to tears. Perhaps it’s the awareness that we really don’t know each other’s stories — and if we did we may be surprised by the difficult path. I don’t often share my background – but find people often assume it has been an easy road.

    Reading about the courageous and pioneering chapters of your life and the lives of your parents was moving. I’m thankful for your story – thankful for the way you use your voice for others – thankful for the tenacity that is a hallmark of your life and ministry and likely wouldn’t have been possible had it not been for your path.

  2. KC says:

    The nectarine! Seriously, I had no idea.

    The rest is super-cool, too, and they should have also noted the culinary riches – such good food – but for whatever reason, the hard work, music/arts, engineering and medical advances, etc., were not surprising to me but the fruit was!

    Congratulations to you and to all those who have positively contributed to who you are! (and glory to God!)

  3. Randy Willis says:

    Thanks for sharing your story, and congratulations!

    Sadly, I didn’t know there was a Korean American Day. So, thanks for enlightening me. My wife and I adopted two children from Korea, now 5 and 3. Another reason for us to celebrate God’s blessings!

  4. daniel so says:

    Thanks, Eugene, for raising your voice and sharing your story. Thank you for showing us all — not only Korean Americans — that our ethnicity is a gift of God, and that our pain can be redeemed by Christ as it leads us to understand, empathize with, and serve others in need.

    May God continue to allow your story to move mountains for many more years to come.

  5. […] ( http://pregoandtheloon.wordpress.com/ ) or a young Korean boy on a journey to find his identity ( https://eugenecho.com/2013/01/12/no-one-is-an-island-to-themselves-remembering-my-journey-as-a-korean… ) or an orphan from Vietnam brought to America with Operation Babylift. All these stories are about […]

  6. I loved reading about your family and our culture’s rich heritage. I am Korean American and living in Bend, Oregon where the Asian population is miniscule but we visited Seattle over Christmas and I was in awe of how culturally diverse it was after living here for so long. I’m excited to hear you speak at the Justice Conference and thank you for all the work you do to glorify God in your life and in your community.

    • Eugene Cho says:

      Thank you. Looking forward to crossing paths at the Justice Conference.

      If you think Seattle is diverse, wait till you visit San Francisco, New York, or Vancouver (BC). I consider Seattle fairly homogeneous.

  7. Trine Smith says:

    Well Pastor I have had an affinity for Asians since I was a young child;the culture, the language, all so beautiful, of course as a child I was unaware of the many struggles which many other nations were experiencing, however, I did have some understanding of the African-American struggle. When I was born again in Christ, I often prayfor my Oriental Brethren. I love you guys and I’m proud and celebrate with you all. In the community where my family experienced gentrification is a Korean couple named Mr. & Mrs. Lee whom I’ve come to know and love, I still go by the store from time to time. I remember the first I heard of you some years ago, I forgot I told God I would love to meet you, but HE didn’t. I was so richly blessed and inspired at the JC in here in Philly, and I hope that our Christian connection grows stronger in the Lord, as we fellowship and fight the good fight of faith; we raise the biblical standard of justice for all mankind.

  8. […] I’ve shared before, no one is an island to themselves. There is no such-thing as a self-made person. Someone invested in you and that’s certainly the […]

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Today, Minhee and I dropped off our eldest child at her college. We have been thinking and praying about this day for many years. On some days, we hoped it would never come. On other days, we couldn't wait for it to come. On some days, we prayed for time to stop and other days, we prayed with anticipation. 
After an entire summer of laughing it off, it hit us...hard...this week. Seeing all of her stuff laid out on the basement floor was the catalyst to a load of emotions.

After unloading the car and taking her stuff to her new home for this year and mindful that she might never live with us again; helping sort out her stuff, saying hello to her roommates...I wasn't sure what to do or say.

A flood of thoughts rushed my mind.

Is she ready?
Have we done enough?
Have we taught her enough? 
What if this? What if that?

And so we shared what we have shared with her the moment she began to understand words: "Remember who you are. Remember WHO you belong to. Remember what you're about. God loves you so much. Please hold God's Word and His promises close and dear to your heart. We love you so much and we are so proud of you." And with that, we said goodbye. Even if she may not be thousands of miles away, this is a new chapter for her and even for us. I kept it composed. Her roommate was staring at me. I didn't want to be that father. I have street cred to uphold. Another final hug. 
And I came home.
And I wept.
Forget my street cred.
I miss her. I love her.
She will always be my little baby.

I'm no parenting guru. I just laughed as I wrote that line. No, I'm stumbling and bumbling along but I'd love to share an ephiphany I learned not that long ago. Coming to this realization was incredibly painful but simultaneously, liberating. To be honest, it was the ultimate game-changer in my understanding as a parent seeking after the heart of God.

While there are many methods, tools, philosophies, and biblical principles to parenting, there is – in my opinion – only one purpose or destination.

Our purpose as parents is to eventually…release them. Send forth. For His glory. Met a friend and fellow pastor who I haven't seen in over 20 years. In him, I saw a glimpse of my future. While only 10 years older, his kids are married and he's now a grandfather of 3. His love for his wife and family were so evident and his passion for the Gospel has not wavered. It was so good to see someone a bit older still passionately serving the Lord with such joy and faithfulness. Lord, help me to keep running the race for your Glory. Happy wife.
Happy life. - Eugenius 3:16

I still remember that time, many years ago, when Minhee was pregnant with our first child. She had left her family and friends in Korea just two years before. Her morning sickness was horrible and when she finally had an appetite, she craved her favorite Korean food from certain restaurants in her neighborhood in Seoul, Korea. I had no way of getting that food from those restaurants so I actually said, "How about a Whopper? Big Mac?" Sorry honey. Eat away. You deserve it. I don't care if it sounds mushy but sunsets are one of my love languages. Seoul, Korea was amazing but WOW...what a breathtaking welcome back sunset by Seattle. Not ready to let go of summer. Seattle. 7:00pm. Desperately holding on to summer. #goldengardenpark #nofilter Happy Birthday, Minhee! I'm so grateful for you. You radiate faith, hope, and love.  No...you don't complete me. That would be silly and simply humanly impossible but you keep pointing me and our family to Christ who informs and transforms our lives, marriage, family, and ministry. Thanks for being so faithful. I love you so much. (* And what a gift to be in Korea together.)

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