My parents John and Margaret Morrison at their 50th Wedding Anniversary in 2001
On my way to work the other day, I was listening to a radio show where the speaker asked the audience, "What kind of legacy would you want to leave with your children when you are gone?" I was very challenged by the question and throughout the day, and even to this day, I ask myself the same question. What legacy do I want to leave for my children?
A pastor named John Maxwell really knew what he was talking about when he defined what success means. He said, “Success is having those who are the closest to me love and respect me the most.” Of all the definitions of success I have heard in the world, this one got to be one of the best so far.
In thinking of the legacy, it was very natural that I think of my father, John Morrison, who passed away in March 2006. If my love and respect for my father could be measured by any means, he would be easily considered one of the most successful persons that have ever lived for the great legacy he left for me. This is coming not just from me, but from my four other siblings, and my 90 years old mother who still lives.
I still remember the many precious conversations I had with my Mom and Dad, and how they always relished in sharing the stories from their past. My Dad especially relished the story on how he got me.One night in early 1969, my Mom and Dad, who already had three children by birth and adopted a ten years old Amerasian boy from Korea a year earlier, was looking through a bimonthly newsletter from Holt and saw many children that needed homes. They were listed with their pictures and brief descriptions.
My Mom casually asked Dad a question, “Should we adopt another child from Korea?” She asked the question partly out of her compassion for the children, and partly to test how Dad would react. To such question, Dad’s reply was simply, “Which one do you want?” At which Mom was taken back with such a strong and positive reply from Dad.Together they glanced through many pictures of boys and girls in the newsletter. As they looked at the pictures, one picture of a boy caught the eyes of my father. He looked at him, and something in him pulled him towards the boy so strongly that he knew as soon as he saw him that the boy was his son. Dad pointed his finger to the boy’s picture and said, “This is the one.”
But my Mom wasn’t so sure. It was mainly because the boy was described as a 13 years-old, and that concerned her. She said, “Oh no, not a 13 years old, he is too old. But how about this one? He’s only eight.” To which my Dad firmly replied. “No. This is the boy. I know this is my son.” This didn’t please my Mom at all, and she picked another boy of nine years old. Dad shook his head and said, “I made up my mind. This is him.” Mom tried another child, but Dad was very set in his heart.
Mind you my Dad rarely displayed the character of stubbornness, and it was usually Mom who got her ways as Dad was always agreeable to please Mom, but not this time. Something in him told him that the boy, who would later become Steve Morrison, was his son. Out of desperation Mom consulted the boy (James) they adopted earlier, and he said without hesitation, “Get him!” That settled it. Of course James knew me from the same orphanage.For many years after my arrival into the home, Dad would occasionally tell this story before me and other visitors with such pride, and Mom would go along with great joy at the risk she took. I never once got bored of hearing the story again and again. Each time I felt a great sense of gratitude as I reflected on their story.
For many years to follow up to the time of his death my father set before me a strong role model of a fatherhood that I never had before. The way he loved Mom, the way he loved and cared for us, and the sacrifices he made on behalf of our family. He would get a special loan just to pay my for my college expenses and would not say anything about it. He would tell me not to worry about money, just focus on my studies. My college expense was more than that of all the other siblings combined. It would be several years after my graduation that I would learn about the loan. When I finally learned of it, I was deeply moved.His love for me expressed in words still rings in my ears after all these years. “When we adopted you we did it to help you, as you had no family. But after all these years, it is we who have been blessed so much more through you.”
I could never forget the time when he pulled me aside and said, “I have made some very important decisions in my lifetime. The best decision was to believe in God, the second best decision was to marry your mother, and the third best decision was to have you in our family.”My father left a legacy of love and respect that he did not try to earn. He simply live it as what he knew was his duty discharged by God. He set before me sound principles of life to follow, and what it means to live as a servant of God.
As I reflect on the immensity of the legacy that my father left for me, I am challenged to leave a legacy that will be claimed by my children one day. The legacy that I can only imitate the one left by my father, who chose me that one night, thousands of miles across the Pacific.
What a great, great testimony. Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
That is a powerful story and truly moved me. Thanks you so much for sharing it Steve!ReplyDelete
First off, great, great story. You are all amazing people.ReplyDelete
Secondly, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me Steve. My husband and I are currently residing in Korea. We were hoping for a domestic adoption, but the agency told us we still need to go through an international adoption process. If we are here in Korea, will the process be easier and/or faster? How much of the $40,000+ fees we have been seeing would we have to pay? Will it be easier if my husband is Korean and I am a Korean-American?
Sorry for asking the questions here. I didn't know how else I could ask. Thanks in advance.