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Dan Ho

RETIRED SENIOR PASTOR
March 12, 2012 - September 30, 2020



Message from Ryan Ho (Pastor Dan's son)

My father, Dan Ho, went to be with the Lord today, February 11, 2021 at 2:30 pm. He passed away peacefully with his wife Barbara and sons Andrew and myself at his side. Dad fought hard to overcome the virus that was wrecking havoc on his body and inspired even the nurses that cared for him. Ultimately, though, God chose to call dad to his side.

I know that countless people were praying for dad and our family. Although we obviously cannot respond to everyone at this time, please know that we deeply appreciate the love and care that all of you poured out on us and continue to pour out on us. I will let everyone know as plans for next steps come together; for now, though, we celebrate dad's life and we grieve the loss of a man who contributed so much to our lives.

Mom wanted me to share the following verse, which encapsulates my father's commitment to the gospel as well as to his family:

2 Timothy 4:7-8 "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day - and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing."

Dear CBC Members and Friends:

A memorial service for our beloved Pastor Dan Ho was held at Chinese Baptist Church on Tuesday, February 23 at 1:00 pm CST. Pastor Kai Yuen Choi will preside over the service with Pastor Dan's best friend, Pastor Tim Buford, officiating. View the memorial service video // memorial service program/Barb's tribute.

View remembrances from Pastor Dan's brothers and sisters

Given the current COVID pandemic, in order for CBC to provide a safe environment for this service, a rough count of in-person attendees is requested. Please send an email with Subject Line of "Pastor Dan Memorial" to cbcwebinfo@cbchouston.org with how many people from your family are planning to come.

Further, due to COVID causing Pastor Dan's passing, the family is sensitive to ensuring everyone's safety and requests that everyone, who attends the service, to adhere to all of CBC's safety protocols. View the protocols.

Expressions of condolences can be provided as listed below:

  • Flowers are welcome and can be sent to 900 Brogden Road, Houston, Texas 77024
  • Monetary donations (see below): envelopes will be available at the service.

  • To assist with expenses, please make checks payable to "Barb Ho". Mail checks to Barb Ho c/o Chinese Baptist Church, 900 Brogden, Houston, Texas 77024 or drop off at CBC on Tuesday, February 23. These envelopes will be unopened and delivered directly to Barb
  • For donations to CBC "In Memory of Pastor Dan" - make checks payable to "Chinese Baptist Church"; mail to CBC or drop off at CBC on Tuesday, February 23.




Family Remembrances

Peter Ho



Danny was a wonderful servant of God. He dedicated his entire life to serving Him and he touched all of us in so many ways. Today, I want to share with you some of those memories of my brother.

When I was 12 years old, I had hoped for a brother to play with, since I already had four younger sisters as part of the family. My father, too, had always wanted another son, so when Danny was born, I was so happy about him being part of the family and told all my classmates the very next day about my newly born baby brother. That was a truly joyous day for all of us.

There were some very vivid memories of Danny. I remember one specific moment in the year 1965, when our whole family was on route to immigrate to the United States - to start a whole new life in an unfamiliar country -- we thought we had lost him on the plane. Our mother panicked and suddenly shouted, "Where is my son?" In an already stressful moment in our lives, we found Danny, sleeping comfortably under the seat, as calm as could be. It's reflective of how it had always been - being so calm and collected in any challenging or new situation that he may have faced.

Some of you may not know, as a teenager, Danny loved to play basketball. He joined a basketball team, and, I believe, he represented N.Y.C. to play a game in Philadelphia.

When he became a husband to Barbara, and then a father to Ryan and Andrew, Danny and his entire family would visit us almost every year in Boston. Each time Danny visited, he came bearing gifts of exotic fish, such as the African Cichlids, and fish tanks to host the new pets. One time, he even brought 3 small turtles for my children, who were delighted with them and named them after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Our family also visited Danny and his family in Flushing - my children always looked forward to seeing their cousins - playing, eating, and enjoying time with their grandparents, who also came over. Those were moments both our families cherished. We all enjoyed Dim-Sum too, so we would make sure to make a trip to the restaurant nearby for good food. Danny always loved "Ging Doh Gwut" - and was ecstatic that our children shared the same love of that dish.

The last time that we talked to each other was about 10 months ago. I was concerned due to the flooding and high winds in Houston. I was so worried about the well-being of both Danny and Barbara. I called them to make sure that everyone was okay and safe. We had a wonderful conversation - catching up on old times, discussing the work that we were both doing for the church, and just being brothers.

Sadly, on February 11th, in the afternoon, I received a call from one of our sisters, and found out that Danny was with our Lord. I wept with my sister over the phone. We were 7 - and now we are 6. It was such a sad moment in our lives - a lot to handle. I even asked God, "Why Danny - at such a young age, was he taken from us?" Danny had so much to live for and could continue to do great work for our Lord. It truly is heartbreaking and still hard for me to accept that he is gone.

However, I believe when we face any loss, disappointment, or difficult circumstance, God invites us to be honest with Him. He can handle our ever-changing emotions and our questions. He remains with us and refreshes our spirits with enduring faith and hope. Even when we feel like our lives are falling apart, God can make our faith and hope unbreakable.

On one occasion, Dwight L. Moody, the great American evangelist said, "Someday, you will read in the papers that D.L. Moody is dead. Don't you believe one word of it. At that moment, I shall be more alive than I am now. I shall have gone up higher that's all - out of this old day hotel into a house that is immortal; a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint, a body fashioned like Christ's glorious body".

Let us remember Danny - in all that he has given to us and the special moments we shared with him - we will cherish him always in our hearts. I know that Danny is with our parents and our grandmother in Heaven now. Let God comfort all of us, especially Barbara, Ryan, Andrew and all their families. Thank you for attending this service, helping us to deal with our sorrow and remembering all the joy that Danny brought into our lives - he well be missed. May God bless each one of you and support you with the palms of His hands.

Libby Korteweg



This is Libby, the third of seven siblings. Danny was the sixth.

Here is a little history before proceeding to my recollections of my brother Danny.

Our parents were from the Province of Guangzhou (Canton) in China. The oldest three siblings along with our parents left China on as Mom and Dad often said was the last boat the Communists allowed to leave the Mainland for Hong Kong. The younger 4 children, including Danny were born in Hong Kong. We grew up on the island of Cheung Chau, southwest of Hong Kong. Our house on that island was situated in a valley surrounded with farms. Approaching the valley on a trail turning to the right you would find our house and to the left up a hill would be the monastery where the priests resided. Heading further is what was called the Pirate's Cave if you wanted to turn to the left and head down to the steeper trail. This is how I remember Danny when he was a youngster learning to talk and was aware of his surroundings. He often looked forward for a plane to fly over our house and when that happened, he would exclaim excitedly with his babyish talk, "Having 4 lights (repeat lights), flew over the monastery."

Danny was actually too young when he was first enrolled in school. He struggled with his homework on the difficult Chinese characters. I became his tutor. We were patient with each other. He never whined or threw tantrums though he would sweat profusely, wiping constantly his face and forehead. At times I would help him on the characters hand over hand to complete the assignments.

Danny's earthly pilgrimage was finished on February 11, 2021. In the words of the 19th century pastor Andrew Bonar regarding a beloved friend and fellow pastor who died at the age of 29, "Our heavenly Father had not another plant for him to water, nor another vine for him to trim."

I will end this tribute to Danny with a hymn, "It Is Not Death to Die."

It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high
Who've found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before your throne
Delivered from our fears

O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die

Helen Lue



It was hard for me to know Danny was called home to his Creator! I was the 5th out of seven siblings, Danny was the 6th. Some of us were more than 10 years older than him. We never thought he would pass first because several of his siblings have had chronic illnesses and he was strong and healthy. My chore in Hong Kong was to walk with him to school. When we were in the United States, I often walked with him to City Hall nearby New York Chinatown where there were some aquarium stores. On one occasion, I noticed by the change in his personality and conversation that he was more gentle and compassionate. I realized that he was born-again!

When I lived in Detroit, Danny called me, informing me that he was going to Nyack College because the Lord called him into the ministry. My response to him was, "Why don't you finish studying engineering school and then go to graduate school for ministry?" He knew that God wanted him to train as soon as possible for the mission work.

After he finished his graduate studies at Nyack, his mission field was Chinatown, New York. A few years later, Danny started Queen Chinese Alliance Church (QCAC) from an existing church with elderly folks and teenagers from Chinatown. Basically he started this church by faith knowing that the Lord would provide all that he would need to start the church as well as provide for his family. When he was ordained as a minister, I flew from Detroit to witness the ordination. Mom and Dad were so proud to see him be a minister in his mid-twenties. He dedicated my daughter Jessica, in QCAC, in Christmas 1984. He also married Jessica in 2016.

My family moved to New Jersey for a couple years before we moved to Maryland in the late '80s. Danny was our pastor, and I loved his powerful sermons because they were so inspired by God. He occasionally shared with us that if he was a civil engineer he would be building bridges for men but as a minister of the Gospel, he loved building bridges between man and God.

Danny would not miss any opportunity to do work in missions. Finding financial support for missions was always a concern for him, but he knew that God would always provide. He shared with me that he was not be ashamed to ask for funds for missions.

After Danny moved to Houston, on one occasion when our mom was ill, Danny called Mom and I informed him that Mom and Dad decided to put the building in Chinatown, New York City, in a private foundation to provide financially for generations of missions work. From the conversations we had, I knew that Danny was content that the Lord would continue to provide for the mission work for future generations.

For the past nine years, we often talked about the funding of the ministry. We have had more than twenty recipients funded from the Foundation. He always encouraged me to do what I could for the ministry, even in the last conversation I had with him.

I know that Danny walked in the Spirit and lived for Christ. His life exhibited the fruits of the Spirit. He served the Lord with passion and faithfulness. Well done, Danny, enjoy the rest and communion of the Lord. You are with Grandma, Mom, Dad and the Eternal Family in Paradise! The Apostle Paul said "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." We miss you so very much! Goodbye, until we meet again!

Lily Ho



The Lily of the Valley

I have found a friend in Jesus
He's everything to me
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul
The lily of the valley and in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole

In sorrow He's my comfort in trouble He's my stay
He tells me every care on Him to roll
He's the lily of the valley He's the bright and morning star
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul

He all my grief has taken and all my sorrows borne
In temptation He's my strong and mighty tower I
have all for Him forsaken and all my idols torn
From my heart and now I know He'll keep me by His power

Though all the world forsake me and old Satan he tempts me sore
Through Jesus I shall safely reach that goal
He's the lily of the valley He's the bright and morning star
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul

He will never never leave me nor yet forsake me here
While I live by faith and do His blessed will
It's a wall of fire about me but I've nothing now to fear
With His manna He my hungry soul is gonna fill

Then I'll go sweeping up to Glory to see His blessed face
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll
He's the lily of the valley He's the bright and morning star
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul

Mary Ho



I had many memorable times with my brother Danny growing up as children. Danny and I were the perfect little angels in our family. Cute and sweet. We never gave cause for concern to our parents. Other children fight over toys and etc. as most normal kids do. We never fought with each other as kids, ever. I guess you can say we were not normal. Although there were seven of us as siblings, we were separated by five years from the older sisters and brother. My brother Danny and I had a special bond. We were playmates. We were inseparable. Just him and me. Our older siblings thought we were too little to be included in their "adult fun". So we made our own "fun" instead.

Before our whole family emigrated to the United States in the year 1965, we all lived in a house with our grandma back in Hong Kong. Many times, our parents would reminisce about the times we lived there. There was one particular moment that made them laugh out loud each time. I was just a toddler playing around with Danny in the yard. We had a couple of dogs roaming around there too. At that time, we had a dog that just had eleven puppies. As we were playing, this dog started running. The eleven puppies started running after their mother. Danny ran after the puppies. And of course, I ran after Danny as best as I could. I remember falling down at one point. We went around and around the house a couple of times. Although there were no videos nor still life pictures recorded, you can imagine the scene it created. It was hilarious according to our parents.

Danny and I continued our times together as playmates when we lived in the United States. I treasured the times we spent together, especially Saturday mornings. Every week I would look forward to that day. I was about five years old and Danny was seven respectively. There was an interesting game he invented and I played along with him those mornings in our first apartment in Manhattan, New York. The game was that we would sit in front of the living room window pretending to be in an airplane or a spaceship. He was the pilot and I was the co-pilot. There we would sit. Danny on the left and me on the right and imagine that we were actually sitting in the cockpit of the plane or spaceship. We would pretend to travel to faraway places for hours. We shared laughs together. We shared giggles together. Our journeys were our own. Just him and me. I will always treasure those moments I spent with him.

He taught me laughter till our stomachs ached.
He taught me fun to which there are no boundaries.
He taught me joy as God wants us to have.
He taught me imagination to what this world has to offer.
He taught me bravery which David had against Goliath.
He taught me fearlessness as we travel in this uncertain world.

Above all, he taught me love as deep as possible as God has commanded us to do. I thank him for being part of my life as my teacher, my playmate, and my big brother.