She had already been retired, the first time I ever met her, my aunt, Dr Lillian Pang. I was only sixteen years old; having left home for the first time, embarking on my own journey. “Sixteen”, she often said, “That’s when I left home, too”. Long and far she did travel; crossing many lands, going through times and circumstances too tumultuous for me to imagine. She was born into a Hakka family, and her Hakka identity she deeply cherished. Perhaps it was from her own journey that she gained a deeper appreciation of the heritage into which she was born. After all, the Hakka are “the strangers”, our fathers and forefathers journeyed and journeyed. It was from her own journey, I trust, that she gained a deeper understanding, and so a renewed identification, with her forefathers. And she was born into a Christian family, the eldest of eight siblings. On numerous occasions, she would tell me that on the eve when each of the siblings were of the age to leave home and embark on their own journeys, her father - my grandfather - would always gather the whole family to read Psalm 23 together. But it was really in encountering God during the middle of her life that her Christian faith was awakened, as she would often remark. I wish I had been there to see her faith blossom, how she served the Lord and grew and matured spiritually - I could only imagine what it must have been like, seeing the many devoted spiritual friends of hers. Her Christian faith also brought a renewed perspective of her Hakka identity, in that being a Hakka, in a way, helps you to understand what it is to be a Christian. For, after all, the call of Abraham involved a call to lead a migration; of the long and lone years of wandering, of the countless gazing at the starry sky, inwardly strengthened by the faithfulness of the one who promised. To be called to follow Christ is, potentially, called to be sojourners, journeying through this barren land, with hearts warmed by the vision, from afar, of a better country; and thus, joyously endure all things. A Christian sojourner travels light. You cannot possibly understand her life, unless you also see, as she does, the treasure in jars of clay. For the many who have journeyed with her, I would like to thank you. Friendship in Christ during the wilderness wandering are more than memories cherished, they are signs of the better things to come. In remembering her, I give thanks for her life, for her example of running the race with perseverance; above all, I give thanks for that great Reality that draws us, and makes us a people that live, and die, in faith; for we are sustained in the assurance of the day when all who thus seek shall find, and in that finding be united, in the ground of our beseeching.