dib

dib.

A new term that means to do it big.

I'm ditchin this place, it's been nice and there's no particular reason I am either.

ywam 3

2 dollar breakfast for a week.

To Daniel Lu: I'm sorry I've ever doubted any of your ideas. Everything I've ever laughed at that you have came up with have developed into big hits. I encourage you to delve on anything you feel is awesome...

ywam 2

The man on the right, through his manliness has produced overwhelming testosterone which in return has taken his hair, is Martin. One of my new heroes... He is one of the many 'foreigners' in YWAM Taipei. He is British, and has a doctorate from Japan, in Japanese and knows over eight languages. As you guys know all our classes and activities are dual language, so there is alwaysa translator.

There are quite a few white people here that are on staff that have better Mandarin than I do, humbling and discouraging at the same time. I think as a Taiwanese American there are some advantages of that... There are so many times the translators translate things different on purpose for jokes that just leave me incredulous. All of the translators just do it without flinching as if that was really what they were saying.

For Example: Every time any speaker would compliment Martin, he would always leave it out, or just use a pronoun in place of himself. People have caught on when they hear the speaker say his name and he just omits it.

One of my team members freshly baptized, at the once-a-month-large group The Rock Church.

Rejoice with the heavens!

I go to a cell church, that is produced by The Rock(coffee bar owned by YWAM) with a target at native Taiwanese.

ywam 1

I am usually one of the haters. But whether because of age or the staff of YWAM being cool, I really appreciate them, particularly the ones that teach.

Cathy was teaching us for a few days on Evangelism. She probably spends at least 10 hours a week evangelizing talking to and meeting strangers. Her heart for the lost was so inspiring. She had a Power Point presentation and talking about her sisters... and I thought she was just sharing her life with us...But as the story went on, it was about her visiting her sisters at Taipei 101, one of the kids went missing. And how they searched and searched from each floor...and then finally found him.

Then she was like, do you think our Family would've been the same if we lost him?

If we could continue to have a good time in the future?

--At first I was like...this a trick question? Then she surprised us(me) all when she was like,

No. Like when the shepherd loses his sheep, he will leave the 99 others and rejoices even more when he finds the lost one. That's what Evangelism is. We are finding our family. And she was just crying as she said these things...

Then as my Principal went up to close, her voice wavered heavily as she finished crying... Then they played a video, Thank God...cause I was about to lose it, as well.

That's when it hit me. For many of these brothers and sisters in Christ, they are the first believers in their family. And they take on a great burden with Jesus, I often am too even scared to look at...their own blood family.

généreux

Recently and often I hear statistics quoted about America that really makes me wonder.

Family sizes have shrank by 50%, but houses have increased in size by 40%. The world actually has enough food to provide all the people living on it...but many die each day from starvation. It'd only take 10 billion dollars so that clean water is easily accessible...yet Americans spent more than 450 billion on Christmas this past winter.

Lately, I've been having a humanitarian/philanthropy phase. I think about how God would think of America as a whole and me individually. As children we have all the best toys and clothes. Yet our brothers, in Africa, India, and China have the best broken glass bottles and burning tires. When we hoard most of the wealth in the world, how will he hold us accountable for what we do or don't do...

Thinking about this has kind of made me despise myself and others... and reminds me of good works, legalism, pride, and what I can do, what I can bring...When it should be how does God feel about this; how does God want me to respond...

I find myself trying not to judge others with what God has blessed them with. When I see people spending a lot of money on things I don't feel particular important it's easy for me to think they have committed a heinous crime. I think of them as people who would go on vacation and harpoon dolphins with giant rusty pitch sporks. Or people who pariticipate in the competitive eating of puppies and kittens. Or those who dislike the grilled stuffed burrito.

It's not about how much we give, but how we worship Jesus through our giving and praying. How we give until we are satisfied, whether it sacrifices much or little of us. A giving not just out of obedience but of joy and contentment.

fierté

Chronological snobbery a term coined by C.S. Lewis, is describing the erroneous argument that the thinking, art, or science of an earlier time is inherently inferior when compared to that of the present.

Something which I never understood... When you look back at the Romans, and Mayans... They probably did more with what they had, than we do today with what we have. The Romans and Mayans even had indoor plumbing when today, there are some places that don't even know what that is. So, how is it that people today think that those of old are people that enjoy to roll in their own feces and wear helmets? Just because we improve on the comfortableness of life, with bidets?

And that's when it occurred to me. The moment during my hot shower where it felt a bit cold and my hair stood up. Why is chronological snobbery so prolific today? The first sin, ever committed, pride. If angelic beings fell prey to sin, how much more likely are we to be eaten alive by it.

In today's society, which I am just as much a part of and guilty with... We have fallen into an illusion of our own abilities and knowledge. We hide behind our innovations and engineered marvels of comfort and security. It has puffed us up with knowledge and fed our egos.

Beside what the Bible says on pride (1, 2, 3), there is a lot more to it. What is so powerful about it, is how it slowly creeps up on us, and then finally averts and creates in us, a fruit of destruction. We don't even know how proud we are, that's how crazy it is! When you think about why you sometimes say what you say, or do what you do, you may realize you're trying to bring glory or attention to yourself.

Or the opposite...we try so hard not to do things we see others do that exhibit folly, but inadvertently use that, to let others see the contrast from others to ourselves to make ourselves once again, look great. Or maybe how you are so quick to correct others, and be a critical Chris... I am guilty of that often.

There are so many layers, different depths and craziness to it, that C. J. Mahaney continually calls himself in his book, Humility,...

" a proud man pursuing humility by the grace of God. I don’t write as an authority on humility; I write as a fellow pilgrim walking with you on the path set for us by our humble Savior. "

The way we respond to situations and people, becomes different and endangered when our hearts are hardened and necks are stiff. Above all, the greatest damage it does is prevent us from repenting. One of the greatest things Jesus pursues in us, a repentant heart.

au-delà

After many late nights in the shower as I was debriefing myself and letting my mind wander with God, I wondered. Why do people think it's so crazy to believe in the Bible, literally. One specific instance, such as the Giant Humans (Goliath and his brothers). When you look at the world..

1. Dogs, to Wolves...
2. Cats, to Cougars/Jaguars/etc...
3. Dik-diks, to Deers...
4. Guinea Pigs to Capybaras...
5. Snakes to Anacondas
6. Dolphins to Whales

and probably tons of others that I'm ignorant about. Is it that far of a stretch that there could've once been Giants, with possibly one brown eye? Often those giant races were commissioned by the Jews to utter destruction... After they killed the entire population they'd burn everything they owned, all of their livestock(sometimes) and bodies. Is it so shocking that 3,500 years later we can't find much hard evidence on Giants? We don't even know what happened at Roanoke, almost 410 years ago!

There are people that even refute the Holocaust, now... only about 70 years later from when it happened...imagine how many people would refute it 3,500 years from now...

Love is a chance we should take

In the midst of a shower, where all my deepest thinking seems to be done, I came upon a revelation. Because of this revelation, I realized why there has definitely been hinderance or hurt in a lot of my relationships. While not innately a sin, it however remains a bit...backwards.

Instead of continually beating around the bush with a teasing behavior, like a dessert shared between 8 females and everyone continually takes a small piece until the end and no one takes the last bite, I shall just say it! I realize as I look back in a retrospective lens, sharing my personal life is relatively easy. Why? 'Cause I don't give a *boop*. Truth is truth, and all will be brought into the light, right? At least that's how my subconscious processes it... However. I have found it more difficult, that my struggle is not in being transparent with how I feel or what's been going on in my life but in being, me.

When I am not me, that is usually because I am uncomfortable with something and probably has a root or stem in the fear of man. Which is unusual for me, in my opinion.., because I am not one to back down from conflict or confrontation. A good storm always precedes a good harvest, right? Anyways. Like a child with people I feel like I don't know or am new to, I slowly test the waters to see if it's safe to let my walls down...more and more until they are gone.

An old lesson that had a deeper layer and meaning. People always want authenticity, demand it, and when it's not good enough they are frustrated or disappointed. That's when it clicked for me. No one wants to lower the walls/gate first to get punched first. No one wants to be the first to step out there. Especially me. But... Lately it has really donned on me the gravity and desperation of my desire for knowing my identity in Christ. And to chase and pursue that has slowly but Shirley given me a sense of freedom.

I hate, yet love, when my experience matches my knowledge. I have heard it before, but I feel more so its truth now. That, you can only truly love people when you know God loves you and you love God. You no longer care for their approval and are free to be you and in that are not bound looking for their respect and you will no longer use them for their affections. It makes me want to put myself out there even more(with discernment of course), and tell all the sissies to bring it, and give me the hardest punch they think they can deliver. (starts at :47.)

What makes me worth anything more than a grilled stuffed burrito is Jesus's death on the cross. It's the ultimate symbol and act of his love. So, what that means to me is knowing all my eggs are in my God's basket, I am free to love on as many people as I can. I love others because God loves me. And it doesn't matter how others respond as long as I am honoring God and loving on them.

God wants us to be the first ones to step out. You never know how broken other people are until you get to know them. And to be able to reach out to them and risk getting punched again and again, is what love is all about. Love came to show us the way.

rebelles

I was born a rebel long before I knew what that word meant.

You and your friends like something? I will be against it!

POKéMON?

I tried it, hated it.

FML.com?

A place where everyone can complain and grumble together and laugh at each other's miseries? That's soOo dumb. Some are funny, I won't deny it, but the concept in general...seriously?

Sports?

Only sport I like is--kidding, there are none that I do, except for world league matches/games.

I think my intense need for rebellion was instilled in me very early on. Part of me wants to take no responsibility and take it to the next level by saying it was because when I was conceived, I had to fight over a million other versions of myself to have the right to live. How is that rebellion? I guess it really isn't...It's just me liking to fight. Well, I showed those motha suckas what was up, and so did you, congratulations!

Anyways... As I continue to look around I notice more and more people rebelling. Our country, was founded on rebelling when we gave Great Britain the Great Finger. We love to stick it to 'the man', and fight the good fight. Stories of one man, turning the tide against tyranny, metaphorically and hopefully never physically, turns us on. That's why super heroes are AWESOME. It's also why people can get away with rebooting a super hero movie franchise less than 5 years old(Hulk, Spiderman) and no one will give a damn.

But when I look around, all I see is rebellion. I will no longer be that lone man standing against tyranny. How can I rebel when everyone rebels with me?! That's not fun. When I first came to church many years ago, I brought my critical Chris attitude into it, as well. I wanted to rebel. And the church made it easy, incredibly easy. Church people were a disappointment, the spiritual authority and doctrines were laughable to me. I felt justified. But as I grew and grow, I saw this often in the church among others that were dissatisfied. This dissatisfaction with the shortcomings of who we thought God called them to be, spawned a cesspool of haters.

Everyone walks around like the Church is a great whore instead of the great bride. I'm sympathetic to non-Christians when they hate on the church even though sometimes they may not really deserve it. But when 'Christians' begin to rip on the church and avoid it like a neglected girlfriend, I feel a new found fury! It makes me feel... rebellious. How do I be a rebel in a world of rebellion? I pondered on this for about an hour, and by hour I probably meant twenty seconds. EASY, I thought.

Logic states, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Well, that means it's time to stop rebelling, brosephus. It's soOo easy to hate on the Church and its short comings and how people have 'let us down'. But it's having the understanding to look at it and understand that we are all part of that 'messed up' church. We are just as messed up as the person we dislike, and hate on. We are in need of that grace just as much as that spiritual noob. And we are no smarter, better than anyone else.

It's having the compassion, to get dirty while helping. It's having the humility to be under spiritual authority. It's having that love for something broken that God loves and pleads with us to love.

It's knowing that we are that bride, that bride that Jesus Christ died for and loves.

cuire

Dad: So, I've noticed you've been helping your mom cook.

George: Yeah, I thought it was about time I started t--

Mom: He's just hungry, that's why he helps. Notice he never helps before 12:30, or 6:30.

George: ... I also thought* I'd make things easier for y--

Mom: And he likes to cut things up...

Dad: oOoh.

George: ...Why do we have to eat so late? T_T

gee tee eff oh

Mom: Let's make a deal.

George: Nope.

Mom: You haven't even heard what I'm going to offer.

George: Nope.

Mom: Anyways. If you don't get a job before next year, I want you to leave Texas. Go to California, Taiwan, Seattle, or Maryland. I don't kur; get a job.

George: Wait, why do you want it before next year?

Mom: No reason...

George: Wait a second, that's when you have to update your insurance. You want me to lower your insurance!

Mom: ...--I got to cook dinner.

How mighty will the Lord be to mightily save...

buckets of suck

I think it was when I broke my first toy did I realize everything in this world was ephemeral and could have no lasting effect. Because of that it occurred to me early on that everything sucks.

I think it was when I tapped on the glass of my Grandpa's clear casket, and asked my mom 'why grandpa was in a box', did I realize everyone in this world was ephemeral and could have no lasting effect. Because of that it occurred to me early on that everyone dies.

I think because of those things I never really developed a sense of pride of anything I made, or who I was, because everything I ever make, will be destroyed, and everything I ever do, will be topped by someone else. And everything I am to be will just wither to the ground and be but a breath.

So I never really understood the idea of confidence, as I grew older...I had an unrealistic scale and measurement of gauging quality, if its lasting effect isn't good enough, it sucks....Why would you be glad you made something that sucks? Why would you be glad, that you are a bucket of suck?

Though probably not a good way to grow up, it instilled into me a Debbie Downer attitude of being objectively critical.

The only thing that ever withstands the test of time are ideas... But even then, since it is humans that receive them, who are everything wicked, there is an error in the ideas especially when we create them as well. We can't control how other people will use our ideas in the future, or how they will interpret them if they are ever written down. This is especially illustrated in objects that were created with intentions of bringing something to humanity.

Like the inventor of television, created it with the intention of showing musicals, ballet, and poetry to all those that could not afford to attend theaters. The inventor of basketball created it in hopes to give young men something to do so that they'd detour from criminal activity, and violence. However basketball players are far from role models, today. The Internet was also hoped to be a way to spread knowledge and education, but it is often used for more lewd purposes. Spray paint cans were intended to...spray paint, rather than get sniffed from a bag for a neutered high.

The effects of the deviation of twisting ideas are most noticeable in the US Constitution. Everyone has construed their own meaning of it for their own immediate benefits. And while it's easy to blame the system of our government, there was once a system that God gave to the Jews that they/we also messed up. The government created from the Mosaic Law given to Moses from God was, too, eventually destroyed by the wickedness of man. So in short, nothing is safe from our total depravity! And everything else will be destroyed or dissipate. Not to be a debbie downer but it has just been something I have noticed.

Take that and Rewind it Back

George: Hey Mom, I just wanted to call and let you know I'm probably not gonna come home tonight or be out really late.
Mom: Okay, thanks for letting me know.
George: I need to take my friend to the airport at like 4am and--
Mom: Just make sure you are doing the right thing.
George: What?
Mom: Think about what you are doing...if it is right.
George: Uhh...what?
Mom: Don't be sleeping around; you might get a disease.
George: What?!--I don't even--Never mind, see you tomorrow.
Mom: Night.

I still don't understand why my mom thinks I am promiscuous or occasionally gay... It used to be funny and still kind of is. But now that it's been about three years of her accusing/gesturing I wonder what kind of a light I am truly being or if I am not being inclusive enough of her in my life.

Anyways. Ever since the fiasco in which she thought I was gay, I would intentionally listen to gangster rap music whenever she was nearby. The ones with lots of guns being shot, reloaded and girls gasping for air and moaning in the background would frequently grace my speakers. Hopefully that would make me seem more masculine, and somehow more straight?

When I was a young boy, girls used to hug me all the time, and I would just nosebleed and passout. So I don't know why she thinks I would be fond of physical touch.

Fondre

When people throw baby chicks into trash compactors, chuck hamsters off the third story balcony at oncoming traffic, and even the last scene of the Notebook, all have left me un-phased. While I am talking about what has no effect on me right now, I want to talk about what does!

A seasoned veteran such as myself who has been hardened by such a hard life of doing nothing and not having hardship, is hardly ever swoon. There are few things in the world that make me melt, where if I was in a blinding rage, I would stop when confronted by these things.

TINY FRIENDLY ANIMALS:
But not too tiny.

• Puppies
• Kittens
• Dik-Diks

I used to not care for animals, until I got to college...Where I was actually exposed to them. I was always, and kind of still am under the attitude, a pet better perform a function, or it's useless! So if your cat doesn't counter attack a snake like Riki-Tiki-Tavi, then I wouldn't want it. But it doesn't mean I won't play with it.

TODDLERS(3-7?):
For some reason the only ones that I am affected by are Asians, and Indians... Human babies are the one of the most dependent organisms in the world, when left alone they will most likely die on their own. Disgusting, tiny, fatties!

Anyways, their child-like faith, and blithe nature for some reason really takes me back. Believe it or not, I was once an attractive child, far from the marred Jonah Hex I am now today. And seeing little Asian children have fun makes me have flash backs of a better time as if I just had Ratatouille cooked by a mouse.

Volez

EXPLICIT CONTENT ENTRY:
One part of Kite Runner that I really liked, was how the narrator classified all sin, as stealing. If you murder, you are stealing life. If you lie, you are stealing the truth. If you commit adultery, you steal from yourself, your future/current beloved, and the person we all victimize, though he is far from a victim, God.

When I was young I was exposed to pornography well in my single digits without realizing what it was. I remember asking my dad one time if we could watch one of his VHS porn films when I found it messing around in his closet...thinking it was a full length family friendly presentation...

Anyways. It wasn't until 7th grade or so that the real seeds of sin were sown deep. I started downloading porn and I had gigs of it, before there were gig-hard drives. (multiple hard drives). And I was proud of it... I read up on sex and the female anatomy to prepare myself for any excursions I may [n]ever have as well...Bluntly put, I was a horn dog and a perv.

Fast forward, almost 10 years later, I was still caught in the sin. I struggled on and off but, never truly committed to breaking free(for the right reasons).

There's actually a lot of good stories that involve how God has chased me through these sinful pursuits. I remember one time, while I was 'doing good' and abstaining from it, where I couldn't resist/flee my lust anymore, and queued up a lot of porn-downloads and went to bed. The next day I went to my computer, ready to watch some porn, and tried to turn it on; the storm the night before had sent that derrtty little hard drive to hell. Somehow my computer was blown up while everything else in the apartment was fine. I tried to have my roommate(engineer) fix it, but he somehow made it even worse by setting something on fire...literally, there was smoke coming from my computer.

I was caught in the act, thrice(different people), yet it still wasn't enough to keep me from stopping... I had accountability partners, actual roommates; I had x3watch and all the works.

DAMAGE
Let's say... I averaged 3 hours of porn a week...for ten years...which is probably pretty gracious... Not getting in the specifics of leap years and junk, that's easily 1560 hours. I won't even bother getting into the details of where my time could have been allocated better. I probably still retain over hundreds of names of porn stars; I can recognize porn stars in an instant. Recently I saw a music video in which a porn star had a cameo for like 3 seconds, and I immediately knew who she was. I wiki'd it, confirmed it, and felt ashamed.

When I look at my life and how it has affected me, I don't think I can even begin to see the gravity of my sin. I just pray that this has no effect on me later... I also think about how much I have ruined the gift of sex for myself, as well. How sweet would it have been if we obeyed the Lord, and never knew what the other opposite sex looked like underneath their clothes, or to have never had a sexual experience before your wedding night, wouldn't that have been awkwardly amazing?!

People often think that when they get married the temptation will be over with, and the war on lust will be over, because you have a sexual 'outlet'. If that were true, there would be a lot less adultery. I have known/know married men that struggle with it, still. And the effects are catastrophic. Not only on the emotional level, either... I have heard stories in which this sin has actually affected the ability/performance of the husband to have sex with his wife. And he had to bare the guilt and be the 28 year old guy that takes Viagra. This isn't even getting into how often this plays a part in divorces.

SIN
This also hasn't even gotten to the bigger part of the picture. This is a sin! Sexual perversions are incredibly hated by God, it is very prevalent in scripture. Our bodies belong to Jesus, and they house the Holy Spirit! Sodom and Gomorrah, Curse of Ham, Lot's Descendants, Church of Corinth, Rape of Dinah, Civil war between the Benjamites and the other 11 tribes that practically annihilated them from continuing being a tribe of Israel... Unrepentant sin will get your ace beat. And I'm not talking about a small spanking; I'm talkin' 'bout gittin' BEAT...the kind where your teeth are on the curb, and your back looks like ground beef from getting scourged.

REDEMPTION
Why do I say all these things...because my heart breaks for all those stuck in this sin. This the last part of the big picture. Jesus saves. Jonah and the Ninevites, David and Bathsheba...Are great examples of how God graciously responds to repentance.

Ever since near the end of January, the Lord has been ridiculously gracious with me regarding this. While I came before him in January, he made my love for him so great I miraculously lost interest in pornography. Not to say I am free of the temptation of lust, because no guy ever is, but through the grace of God I have been free of this sin since January.

It's funny how things have changed. Sometimes I joke about becoming asexual... I may see an ad online, or even a scantily clad attractive woman in person, and be un-phased...and just comment on her shoes or how something looks bad... And I know it's not an issue with the piping.

Anyways. I use myself as an example to show how one of the worst offenders has been delivered and saved through grace...and I just pray all my brothers and sisters still afflicted from this will be set free from this prison and hate this sin as much as Jesus does.

More than any internet filter can protect you from, or accountability can keep you accountable for, this is an issue of the heart. Often there is more to it, than just being physically horny(depression, boredom). You have to be truly broken hearted, repent, and rely on Jesus. Bring it to the Lord, and let him weed out this sinful plant, before it wraps around other things in your life that will get uprooted with it.

Aléatoire

To all my phantom readers that could not comment before, I have changed the commenting system so that all may comment.
The summer is coming and I feel almost ill-prepared. In general, before breaks, I usually try to come up with a ridiculous list of stuff to do. I usually barely get a third of it done before the break is over. I haven't made the list, but I can see a lot of random doors that God has been opening and just dumping stuff on my plate.

Mit: ::starcraft2 talk::
Mit: lol
Mit: ::starcraft2 talk::
George: ::starcraft2 talk::
George: ::starcraft2 talk::
George: hahaha
Mit: ::stacraft2 talk::
Mit: soo yeah
Mit: btw mack's in jail.
Mit: meant to say that earlier
Mit: want to play? :D
George: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
George: aight, getting on.

I felt bad that when one of my best friends told me one of our best mutual friends was in jail, my first reaction was to laugh out loud. I think that's because in general my attitude towards guys is a lot different than towards girls. With bros I usually do not really miss them with a heavy heart when I am away or when they are.

It seems like a strange camaraderie in mutual understanding that we have to depart to accomplish what we have to. And in that, I cannot be sad for their departure. That doesn't mean I don't continually pray for them, or wish them well though...or that I am sad that they're in jail.

In this case, I knew Mit was/would doing/do everything for my friend, Mack, to get him out; Since, I'm in another city; There's nothing I could have done anyways. But, he's out now. Praise God.

George: So, how was jail?
Mack: felt real good
Mack: felt like massive crushing pain
Mack: the pain that breaks a soul
George: really? :[
Mack: and snaps a body like a twig
Mack: yes
Mack: jail is hell
Mack: except colder
Mack: i think it's just cause you have nothing to do
Mack: like seriously
Mack: just stare at the floor
Mack: or sleep
Mack: or do pushups
Mack: or make stuff out of toilet paper
Mack: aka
Mack: felt real good

i dreamed a dream in time gone by

I have been having the same dream...all my life...
CUE OMINOUS SOUNDTRACK.

From a third person perspective, I watch a future version of myself. The future me was woken up, startled by God's calling. My back was adorned with different tats, and for some reason I'm shirtless.

I hate being shirtless while sleeping. The present me was watching, as if an invisible specter. I looked around at the place I am at, mostly impressed, very minimalistic, modern, clean, and adult looking, a giant screen door right next to the bed was open, and the white thin curtains fluttered in the wind.
...--What an idiot, sleeping half naked, gon' catch a cold! I laughed amused at my future self.

Baby, what's wrong, a small woman moaned without moving, covered in a thin bed sheet.
Oh, I know why he's half naked now, git-that, git-it!!...--WAIT A SECOND; That better be your wife, sinner! The present me yelled at the future me, half-jokingly, but actually suspicious, but no one could hear. I walked around the bed to get a better look at myself.

I...need to pray, he said. The woman moaned in response without moving. The future me was on the side of the bed, with his face in his palms, feet on the floor. My joking mood slowly fell apart, as the closer I got to him, the more I could feel what he felt. I could feel how far and deep his heart has been broken. I sat on a chair opposite from him wondering what has happened... Whatever it was, it has been on his mind for a long time. His feelings overwhelmed me and I cried, but he remained composed.

Lost in his pain I began to stare through him. I must have waited like 15 minutes before he moved, waiting to see him. He lowered his arms and rested them on his knees. My first reaction was relief, that he didn't look like something else. His face looked the same as mine, except his cheeks were a bit more sunken in...and he had a well shaped chin-stubbled-beard. Due to me always having had white hairs and a baby face, I couldn't tell how old I was.

Immortal bastard! I jokingly harassed him.

But staring at him I could feel his age and wisdom, with oh so many scars from the afflictions of life. Here was a man that has had real problems.

I could see his love and desire for God far surpassed anything in this world. I was speechless and jealous. He broke my thoughts when he suddenly looked me in the eyes and said persevere, for greater challenges lay ahead and you will need the Lord. Don't be afraid that you will make mistakes, but be faithful and walk in his ways. Trust him, and desire him.

Then, I woke up.

Vie et âge

In two days two people I know have had their cars broken into and had things stolen, not to mention my long board was jacked. Within the last week I found out a very good friend smoked crack. And just yesterday I found out a brother in Christ who I saw on and off for a few months has been arrested. Someone from my small group who just left the country to volunteer in South Africa for 'medical missions' just sent an email of hardships in his isolation. When everyone around you stops talking about school and actually have real problems is when you know you are old.

These things along with as I look through my older pictures I have come to a conclusion. I have aged. The slight changes to my face that has looked the same since my pre-pubescent joys of life, the new moles, and change in body shape have all pointed to this as well. I am now what would be considered an adult in shape...The reality of this year's hardships haven't left me where I was a year ago, either...The pressure of being a Godly man which I have long feared to hold the burden of is now beginning to be forced on me, and there is a strong fear. An unbiblical fear that doesn't deserve a place in me or anyone else.

Peure

I am usually not one to watch a full length presentation, more than once, if it's up to me. Why? You know what's going to happen! Even my favorite movie, Stardust, I have only seen three times.

There is one movie that I hate because I've seen it a lot... Having seen it once or twice early in my youth, it appeared through out the rest of my scholastic tenure. It has a total view count of at least 10.

Another Teacher: Sorry guys, but Mr. Barber called in sick today, we didn't have time to call in a sub.
George: BAAAAALLIN.
Another Teacher: But don't worry! We're gonna watch one of my all time favorite movies!
cue Jurassic Park Theme Song.
Another Teacher: Welcome. To Jurassic Pahk!
George: fu*boop* this *boop* God *boop* from *boop* in a *boop* Jurassic *boop* again.

This happened usually two to three times every semester, in one of my classes before any major break, this would include Spring/Fall/Winter/Summer/MLK/Thanksgiving. Also the occasional surprise free day that teachers would give us was usually graced with this theatrical thriller.

There was a foolish moment that was in a day a few months ago where I thought something ignorant. As I was beginning to make progress through my 52 week Bible Reading plan that I started two years ago I thought to myself...When I finish the Bible, will I become stale and bored with it? So I just continued to pray that God reveal himself to me...And these past few week(s) have super humbled me. I know now, for sure that I don't know anything about anything from anywhere at anytime because of anyone but God.

It all started as an inquiry in Predestination/Election, that I got to learn a bit of the just side of God, and his wrath. Listening to sermons, reading commentaries/books, talking to seminary students/pastors/elders, and then a climax at a seminar put on by a seminary has led me on a wild lamb chase. Predestination/Election has led me to then look into freewill-> John Piper-> human depravity-> Calvinism-> Salvation-> Lukewarm-> Once saved always saved-> God's love-> Evangelism-> Irresistible Grace-> Malachi 1:2-3-> Romans 9:10-> Ephesians 1-2-> Revelations.

A by-product from all this learning I would say is a new awe-struck love for the Lord. A new stunning fear of him, not motivated because of my possible eternal destruction. A motivation that comes from my need to be with him. The feeling of obedience and to please him are new convictions laid into me from the Spirit that I do not wish to resist and would break my heart to do the opposite and have that disconnection.

Something that's been argued long since I dropped my first deuce, I don't think I will find a real answer to it for myself. But I know this, that my reaction will be the same, to worship him all my life. If you are curious I urge you to look into it for yourselves.

Perdre

Recently I have begun a great purge in my life. I have been removing illegally attained files on my computer, usually affiliated with media/games/programs. In all the five prolific years in which I stole without second thought, never has there been conviction in my heart until recently.

What brought the Holy Spirit's conviction was a sermon a few weeks ago in which my pastor was discussing on when it comes to legalities, Christians are just as comparatively guilty to non-believers. As he went through the check list I just thought about what it was like for me.

In the work place Christians are just as likely to steal from the office.
HELL NAH.

Christians are just as likely to call in sick when they are not.
YUP.

Christians are just as likely to leave early/come late.
YUP.

Christians are just as likely to pirate music,
movies and software off the inter---HAEL, YEUH.

Since I am not currently employed anywhere I thought there was only one thing I could actively do to live out the change God wants. So, before I started deleting files I had less than 10 gigs on my computer of free space(out of 222gigs). Now I have over 92.

I used to download stuff just for the sake of downloading. The Asian in me would feel like my internet was getting its money worth. I downloaded educational material to make myself feel better under the pretense "Education should be free!", which I still in a way affirm. I could have learned Cantonese over four times if I actually used all my material...as well as around 27 other languages.

There was a time not so long ago when I would wear diapers, veins hooked up to IV fluid and game non-stop for days beating illegal games back to back. After each game, I would triumphantly rip off my diaper, wad it up, and slam dunk that ho into the trash. The diaper would hit the trash can so hard, all the stuff inside would fling out, usually destroyed from the force of impact. With rotten food and fruit peels/seeds on my face I would then challenge my roommate to "BEAT THAT, SUCKAAAAA!", then sit back on his chair, diaper-less and continue to game. I would then put on a pair of Huggies when I needed it.

As I was uninstalling the last classic hit game, that I never played but installed, it came to my attention all the wasted time all of this was and could have been. If I could have never stole any of this music or any of these games/movies, my time could have gone to something else. I could have learned to break dance/krump, read the Bible more, prayed more, read books, learn to fish, build stuff, go camping. Or maybe I could have learned how to build rockets and shoot them off after school in the hopes of being able to go into space while my dad wanted me to work in the coal mines to support the family.

In a way this sin has lead to death. It has also lead to me not having anything to listen to, besides looping the soundtracks of Gladiator, Mulan, Lion King, and Wedding Dress... But in a way it also gives me more time to work at the things that matter and in that I praise Him.

Lastly the programs I did not delete are the ones that I need for school(Adobe CS3 Garbahj). I'll buy them when I graduate...maybe.