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Jonathan Chan
19 septembre 1981 - 9 décembre 2020
19 septembre 1981 - 9 décembre 2020
On Wednesday, December 9, 2020, Jonathan Ho Chan, loving husband and father, peacefully passed away at the age of 39.
He was born in Peoria, IL on September 19, 1981 to Jake and Rebecca Chan before moving with his family to California in 1988. He received his Bachelor’s Degree in Biblical Studies from Life Pacific University. He married Sarah Joyce Kim Chan in 2015. Together, they have two sons, Jedidiah and Elijah.
Growing up, Jonathan passionately committed much of his time leading youth and pastoring at the church he grew up in, Vineyard of Harvest. He later attended Crosspoint Chino, where he sat on the board for 3 years. Over the years, Jonathan faithfully served and touched the lives of hundreds of people, young and old, with his charismatic presence and genuine devotion to caring for others.
Jonathan was dedicated to living out his faith in Jesus Christ, exemplifying God’s love and grace to his family, friends, and coworkers. He was known for his jovial personality, infectious smile, and a knack for making people feel like long-time friends. His passions included spending quality time with his wife and demonstrating the unconditional love of a father to his two young boys.
Jonathan is survived by his wife Sarah, his sons Jedidiah and Elijah; parents Jake and Rebecca; siblings Rachel, Josiah, and Jordan.
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Jessica Ko
Dearest Jedi & Elijah, I am technically your Aunt in law (once removed?) >_<. I met you dad in high school and immediately found him to be very welcoming, likable, funny and a man who got along with everyone. Your dad could connect with anyone, the ones who loves sports, the ones who loved gaming, the ones who were shy, the ones who were too cool for school (but not for him), the ones who loved magic tricks, the ones who loved to read philosophy... the list goes on. In that sense, he was like Jesus, he was able to connect with anyone from any background. He was really quite a wonderful man. Whenever I was over for the holidays in my high school years, your father was always the one who would entertain me either with magic tricks or Star Craft. He was just so easy to talk to and get along with. One of my fondest memories of him was when I was in high school, a group of church people, probably like 20 of us, reserved a whole row (or two) for a midnight showing of a movie. Your dad and I were in charge of sitting there and waiting while everyone else was either buying snacks or arriving. We were there about 8 or so cause there were no reserve seatings then and the whole time your dad was showing/teaching me magic tricks. That memory has never left me. I can even show you the trick he taught me! On separate occasions your father and I would randomly bump into each other or talk via social media, but it never felt awkward or strange, always like a good ol friend I never stopped talking to, just picking up where we left off. He was goofy, a thoughtful loving husband and a great father. I felt like I connected with your mother and father a lot of instagram as I followed both you and your brother's daily activities posted by your parents, never a dull moment- but most importantly I saw how wonderful both of you were being brought up. I also have this video of Jedi, that your father sent me, where you said you were going to marry Kalea. Mind you, Both of you were 3 at the time and your father and I were joking about if it was okay for you guys to get married. I will show you one day and the conversation between your father and I. This is a picture of Jedi and Kalea at a birthday party! All in all, Uncle Joe and I love you boys and your mother so much for so many reasons, but one obviously one is because we love your father so much. It was never a dull moment with your dad. I can already see you boys carrying a piece of your father with you, in your play, your speech, your laughter & of course your adorable faces. He has left a part of him with every soul that he has touched here on earth for Jesus. So even though he is not here, in a sense, he is. I am really sad that your amazing father left at such a young age, but I am so happy that he left 2 amazing boys and an amazing mother to share his legacy with the world. The Ko family is always here for you. If you boys ever need to talk about your father or just want to hang out, we are here for you. In fact, Uncle Joe knows A LOT about your father and will have many great stories to tell about him. The last time I spoke to your father was 4 days before Thanksgiving 2020. We were talking about Sunday school and how Jedi really enjoyed Cubbies. I was really happy because I am a big part of the children ministry at VOH and was really happy that both, Jedi and Elijah, might/would be a part of our children's ministry. Your mother and father didn't waste a moment to build eternal habits with both of you! I remember seeing recordings of Jedi reciting Bible verses. Elijah, I remember seeing you and your father playing, resting and eating together, you were still a baby. Your father will be greatly missed and is already greatly missed. Just know that both of you boys were SOO loved on by your father. Both of you are his pride and joy!
David Chang
Your father and I never served in the same ministry, but for some reason we were always spending time together. We were the same age, but I always looked up to him as a leader. The first time I ever went to church youth group, in 1999 at the old community center in Hacienda Heights, he were there. It wasn't what I expected, maybe 10-15 teenagers in a big empty room. But he was there and enthusiastic, even when everybody else just stood there and stared with dead eyes, waiting to get picked up to go home. A year later, the room was full of excited teenagers, running around and eager to learn about the Bible, and he were still just as enthusiastic. Sometime after we moved to the new church building, he helped institute a 36 hour prayer tower every weekend. I was just after college, so I was lost and confused and going through personal problems. I'd drop in randomly in the middle of the night to pray, not really for the church or revival, but for myself and my problems. And there he was, faithful, praying hard, pacing the other side of the room. While I prayed for myself, I'm pretty sure he was praying for others. He knew what I was going through and came over one time to pray for me. I appreciated that. It kinda worked too, because the problem I was going through was resolved years later and I got married and had some kids. Thanks, brother. After I started getting more involved in church ministries, I'd work the sound booth while he preached on Sundays. He was also working in the youth ministry and I somehow got put in charge of the young adults. Our ministries worked in different ways and were on different paths to reach people and grow, but I kept hearing about great things he was doing with the youth. It was clear how much the group loved him and the leadership team was devoted to him. I'd refer to them as "Jonathan's guys." This was a period of growth in our church and it was glorious to witness. In the middle of it, before I left for graduate school, he came over to my place and we did an impromptu bible study on the book of 1st John. We were doing Lectio Divina, which required a deep level of prayer and analysis. The competitive side of me was low-key determined to "out-insight" the famous Jonathan Chan, but he had no such ego and was glad to share your insights and encourage me in mine. At this time, I was regularly playing night basketball at church. He'd swing by to watch after a church meeting and encouraged me a few times. I remember the exact words he said because I felt so validated. Eventually, he'd join in on games. It was rough at first, but it didn't take long for him to become one of the best on the court. Later, I got an LA Fitness membership to get in better shape, and there he was, swimming laps in the pool. I could only get one, maybe two laps down at most, but he could just keep going and going. I didn't bother trying to compete with that. After graduate school, I got married and his brothers were on my bridal party, but there he was at the wedding, having a good time as always. At this time, he was working to plant a church extension in Ontario, CA. Once again, his team members were dedicated to his leadership and I'd hear good things. He sent a few people to the young adult group I was still helping run and we added to our numbers. Then, it was his turn to get married. By then, he'd moved on from our church to start his own. His wedding to Sarah was packed with joyful, supportive people. Turns out most of them were from the church he started. It was like a cult how enthusiastic they were about him! Just kidding.... A few years later, I'd gotten a job in downtown L.A. and he had started marketplace ministry at Alta Med. I remember the hospital name because I was put on a project involving hospitals and Alta Med would pop up regularly as a related entity. Every time I'd see Alta Med, I'd think of him. After we'd both had children, I started taking the train to work. Guess who was taking public transportation to the Montebello/Commerce station? And guess who was doing well, thriving, getting put in charge of more and more responsibilities? None other than Jonathan Ho Chan. We'd chat about life, fatherhood, church. He was preaching and teaching at another church in Chino. Sarah had gotten a job there at the children's ministry. Things were good. He looked content. The last time I saw your father was from across the H-Mart parking lot in Diamond Bar. He was with Sarah, Jedidiah, and Elijah. This was near the beginning of the pandemic, so late spring 2020. I was picking up lunch. He may have looked a bit annoyed. I may have understood the feeling. I was reluctant to have social interaction, but something inside me compelled me to go over and say "Hi." I resisted and went home. I wish I had been more like your father and walked across the parking lot to shake hands and chat for a minute or two. See how he was doing, say hi to Sarah, how his boys were growing. I'm sorry. Whatever he put his mind to, he excelled at. He dedicated himself and not only succeeded, but brought others along with him. It was never fake or intentional, just an extension of who he was. I will miss him. I will miss seeing and connecting at these random times throughout our lives, our paths crossing when we're doing different things for God's kingdom. Everything he did was for Jesus Christ and he did it without ego. Now he's are face to face with Him. I know he is enjoying it. With Love, David Chang
Renee Wong
(Part 1) Dear Jedi and Elijah, This is Renee and I am the youngest cousin of your dad. It is Christmas and it has been 16 days since your dad passed. This year was hard, but this holiday season was especially hard for your mom and for your dad’s family. I grew up the youngest girl in the family (starting with your aunt Rachel, your dad, uncle Josiah, uncle Jordan, uncle Reuben and uncle Spencer). As a kid I always tried to fit in with the boys. Your uncles Josiah, Jordan, Reuben and Spencer, who were closer in age, always stuck together and liked to pick on me. As much as I wanted, I never felt like I truly was “one of the boys”. My desire to fit in got us into all kinds of trouble. One Christmas, your grandma Rebecca asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I think I was 10. I was a parrot and gave your grandma a response she was not expecting to hear. I ended up getting uncles Reuben, Spencer, Jordan and Josiah in big trouble. From that night on I knew I would never be part of the boys club. Then there was your dad. He was kind of like my protector. He made me feel like I didn’t need to be part of the boys club. As he (along with your aunt Rachel) were the older, more mature ones of the line, your dad always kept the boys club in check. Go ahead and ask your uncles and they’ll be MORE than happy to tell you stories of when Jonathan set them straight in Vegas, multiple timeas (only after you boys have turned 21 though). Some of the most formative years of my life -- those awkward and extremely insecure preteen years leading up to middle school -- were spent going to VOH on Sundays. It was during those Sundays I remember seeing your dad on the pulpit preaching. I felt so cool and proud to say that your dad, my COUSIN(!), was one of the pastors preaching in the front. Your dad was the one that grew up faster than all of us cousins. He led by example and was the role model we all needed. I remember very distinctly, early on (I was probably around the age of 10-13 and your dad was in his early twenties) during a Valentine’s day sermon, your dad had preached about love and partnership with God. He wrote a letter to his future wife and read it out as part of his sermon. It was one of the most thoughtful and sweetest letters I have ever heard, even to this day. I was young but still so touched by how deeply he loved and how much he treasured, valued and prioritized family. He knew, right off the bat, what role he and his future wife would play in the hands of God and already how much love he would have for his sons early on. Your dad was a protector in many ways growing up. He liked to scare the boys that were never good enough for me away. Two examples: (1) I went to my first retreat in sixth grade with Jonathan. There was this boy that went on the retreat who was the same age as me and went to my middle school. I was infatuated because he played basketball. I distinctly remember one morning, after Jonathan shared a cabin with him, he told me that he had straight up asked the guy “so… do you like my cousin? Huh? HUH? *silence from the guy* …...That’s right.” In that joking and really funny manner of his. When Jonathan told me this, I just laughed. (2) My sophomore year in high school, I was on the phone with a guy I was “dating” during one of our Chan & Wong family holiday gatherings. I remember your dad grabbing my phone saying, “Hello? Who is this? *silence from the guy* HELLO? AM I ST-ST-STUTTERING?” and then he hands the phone back to me. I just laughed. Those are just two of a handful of moments your dad had scared boys away and I am very glad he did. :) Your dad was always there -- he showed up. He was always present and was the youth pastor who dedicated himself to serving those who were just coming to know Jesus. During my high school graduation in 2008, only my mom and my two brothers within my direct family were able to show up. Aside from my direct family, your dad showed up. And back then I didn’t have any more of a close relationship with your dad than any of my other cousins -- he showed up because he wanted to be there to support his youngest cousin and watch her grow up. The one he served as protector for and the one that he would later shake his head at as he saw his cousin slowly drifting away from her faith in her early twenties. I remember walking down my high school graduating aisle, hearing that buzzer and feeling like my family was there for me. It was your dad who brought the buzzer and cheered loud and clear. I remember when it was just prior to my preteen years and your great grandma (who was the best cook in the family) had passed away. I remember reading his Xanga post (or was it Livejournal… anyway an online journal in the early 2000s), about your great grandma, and how much grief, sorrow and pain he was experiencing, and how much he loved her. I remember your dad had Boyz II Men playing in the background of his journal. He dedicated this song to his grandma and then I cried while reading. I was too young to realize what grieving fully meant but I cried because I saw how deeply he felt for the loss of the grandma he loved so much. Now I’m grieving for your dad. Fast forward to February 2013. The Chans and Wongs spent Chinese New Years in Vegas. Those were memorable bonding moments. Your dad, your uncles and aunts, my brothers. It was memorable in the most unexpected of ways. Again, I’ll let your uncles tell you those stories when you boys turn 21. :)
Jessica Ko
Your dad at a retreat!
Alli
I met your father in high school through one of the many clubs and I'll always remember how he loved to make people smile, how passionate he loved Jesus and how had a gift of hospitality. He made you feel welcomed, like you belonged and were part of family at a time when most people feel awkward and don't know where they fit in. He was someone you knew you could talk to about anything from shooting the breeze and being silly to having tough talks and hard conversations. Two things I distinctly remember when he graduated was I wish I had had more time to spend with him and that I wish I had a brother like him. We lost contact until social networking became a thing and we didn't really start talking again until Jedi was born, which was around the time too that I had my first child. Boys, if I could tell you one thing it would be how fiercely he loved you, how he delighted in you. I met your father in high school through one of the many clubs and I'll always remember how he loved to make people smile, how passionate he loved Jesus and how had a gift of hospitality. He made you feel welcomed, like you belonged and were part of family at a time when most people feel awkward and don't know where they fit in. He was someone you knew you could talk to about anything from shooting the breeze and being silly to having tough talks and hard conversations. Two things I distinctly remember when he graduated was I wish I had had more time to spend with him and that I wish I had a brother like him. We lost contact until social networking became a thing and we didn't really start talking again until Jedi was born, which was around the time too that I had my first child. Boys, if I could tell you one thing it would be how fiercely he loved you, how he delighted in you.
Renee Wong
(Part 2) The first time I experienced real grieving was when my grandma (or your dad’s mom’s mom aka your great grandma) passed away on February 11th, 2014. When she passed I didn’t know what or how to feel -- I was just sad since I loved her so much. It was with the help of your dad/uncles/aunts, my brothers, and the entire family being together that made it better. During your great grandma’s funeral, the Wynn hotel sent flowers to my grandma (cue Vegas stories). Your dad took a picture of it and posted it on instagram. I laughed. Your dad always found ways to make us laugh during hard times. Fast forward some more to right now. It is 2020, we’re in a pandemic and on top of that our nation has faced extreme economic, social, environmental and political hardships. Never would any of your aunts and uncles have thought that this year could have gotten worse (but it did and it hit us directly). The last time I saw your dad was 6 months ago in May. I visited the Chans at their place and also, the entire Chan clan came over to my house to swim in the pool. Jedi, you were 3 at the time. You were so energetic and fun-loving. That was my first time seeing you blossom into such a vibrant kid. We were playing tag - it was me, you, Sammie and Emery. You were the youngest boy and clearly you were just trying to fit in, chasing the older two girls who were further ahead. You definitely reminded me of myself when I was a kid just trying to fit in with the older boys. I can’t wait to see you and your brother Elijah grow up. I pray and will continue to pray that you live in your father’s glory and continue to follow in his footsteps. Your dad was and always will be a passionate man after Jesus. He made an enormous impact in all of our lives, even when we didn’t know or realize it. He was there for us when we were at our most vulnerable and weak. When we were too selfish and off-path to realize what was truly important. There was no doubt that your dad placed God and family first -- not just realizing this as an adult, but already from a very young age. He never gave into what we called the “rat race” of this world. He lived his heart and soul for God, loudly. My heart was filled with so much joy when I found out he met your mom Sarah. During our family holiday gatherings over the years, I met Sarah, then Winston, then you Jedi, and then you, Elijah. Every time I see you guys, I think about that sermon where your dad had read out the letter he wrote to his future wife. I then think about how deeply he is able to love, serve and place himself before all others. While being able to make everyone laugh at the same time. He served as our leader, and as our guardian. And seeing him grow a family with your mom -- with you two -- it seemed as if that was really all he wanted. And to watch you two grow up. I am getting married next year and was hoping to ask your dad to be my officiant. The last time I communicated with your dad was 1 month ago, when I emailed him to hang out. He responded with “Great thanks. We'd love to see you.... Just get a covid test you norcal person you.. Jk. Maybe after Thanksgiving “. Your dad was a jokester. He was also compassionate, kind, loving and unwavering. There was nothing more he loved or brought him more pride and joy than his family. Especially his two sons. I hope that you two grow up to carry on his legacy -- one with a steadfast faith, big heart and unwavering passion for God and for family. Merry Christmas you two. Your dad loved you both very, very much. Love, Your dad’s youngest cousin
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