February 19, 2005

  • Crossroads

    "And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of
    the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good
    work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all
    power according to his glorious might so that you may have great
    endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father,
    who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in
    the kingdom of light."
    Colossians 1:10-11 (our theme verse)

    Britney Spear's movie has long been forgotten by most, but our
    fellowship (which began and was named near the release of this movie)
    continues to grow strong in this 3rd year of ministry. Three years
    ago, a small handful of us responded to the Lord's prompting (and
    our pastor's calling =) to begin this fellowship for young adults at
    our church. As with most young adult ministries we've experienced a
    great deal of change and transition. We've seen one come to know Christ
    in our fellowship, numerous seeds planted through friendship and
    evangelistic events, some who've drifted away and forgotten Christ,
    some who've gotten married, some who've moved because of job changes,
    several who've lost their jobs and are searching, some who've
    graduated,  many who've laughed with us, some who've cried with us
    and several who are following the Lord in full time ministry. Our
    formats (and occasional lack of format) and structures have gone
    through similar transitions.

    Kids have limited mobility because of the lack of transportation and
    rules imposed by parents. Older adults own houses, have semi-permanent
    jobs, and family obligations that keep them relatively stable (much
    needed in any church). But young adults .... ... little obligation,
    abundant resources, and transition prone. There are many crossroads in
    life, but the ones at the young adult age (20's and 30's) seem to bear
    great weight in shifting the course of one's life. The choice of a
    life-work, a life-mate and a life-purpose often gain substance and
    thicken during this crucial age. As we get older, we grow increasingly
    fixed in our ways; so let godliness be the pattern of our heart and our
    lives, and let us fix our eyes on Jesus.

    I have been richly blessed by many in Crossroads and especially
    thank God for those in leadership who I've grown to know (get fat with)
    and care for during our weekly gatherings. This year, I won't be
    part of the core leadership team; but am thankful that this work has
    been entrusted into the hands of two Godly ladies (annette and dora ... who spend their time serving instead of writing xangas  )
    alongside with a team of others helping in various areas. I'm quite
    excited about the coming year and look forward to our very practical
    study through the book of Romans.

January 21, 2005

  • Thanks bro for
    getting me this CD many years ago when I was having trouble sleeping in
    Minnesota. There is indeed comfort and peace in the truths of scripture
    . Truths you can sleep by.

    Cuddled to Sleep

January 9, 2005

  • A Tribute to Kermit the Frog

    In preparation for a Thanksgiving hotpot party, my brother and I
    were talking about questions to help folks get to know each other
    better (we never got to this though). My brother asks me this question,
    "If you could climb into "cartoon land," which cartoon character would
    you most like to be? Why?" Since I was concentrating on something else,
    I was a bit stumped. All I could come up with was Kermit the Frog.
    I know, I know, Kermit is not a cartoon character, but that's all I
    could come up with on the spot.

    As a kid, I quickly learned that each of the characters had their
    own unique (and often quicky) personality. As an adult, I realize how
    this fictional nonsense actually has some bearing on reality.
    I know some Fozzie Bears, some Cookie Monsters, some Animals, some
    Bunsens and Beakers, some Gonzos, some Miss Piggys, some Scooters, and
    even some Kermits. I wonder if we could find many of our friends among
    the Muppets.  

    Kermie is the eternal romantic, an idealist, and a dreamer. He has a
    gentle spirit, a kind heart, and a generous nature. He can be a bold
    leader when it is required, but would often prefer quiet, peaceful
    reflection ... or maybe a song. My legs are not nearly as skinny, my
    body not nearly so round or so green ... I don't play the banjo or know
    a girl named Miss Piggy, but I've always felt some kinship to this
    strange little green guy.

    Help me out on a little survey: which Muppet do you identify with the most? And why?


    muppets site with character info and famous songs

January 5, 2005

  • The Gift of Work

    As I've been contemplating (ok, slightly dreading) my first workday of the year, I spent tonight reading this article by Dr. Scorgie entitled "The Gift of Vocation: A Christian perspective on Work". I'll share with y'all a few sniplets that caught my attention:

    "Surveys show that the vast majority of North Americans are dissatisfied with their jobs. American society today generally views work as a necessary evil at best, and concludes that the less of it the better. Part of the American dream is to plan shrewdly enough to say good-bye to employment hassles as early as possible, retire with a comfortable income, and then begin to enjoy life as it was intended: care-free, responsibility-free and work-free. Hello, RVs and par-threes. With cultural ideals like these, is it any wonder that the fabled work ethic is in decline?

    Unfortunately Christians tend to buy rather uncritically into these prevailing attitudes. Like most everyone else we raise our voices in the nationwide chorus of bleary-eyed groans on Monday mornings, and join in the impatient Friday afternoon countdowns to freedom."

    "William Willimon, the dean of the chapel at Duke University, in his book on the topic of Clergy and Laity Burnout, observes with great insight that seldom is burnout the direct result of overwork. Hard and demanding work can often be remarkably energizing. Instead, argues Willimon, burnout is almost always the result of a loss of a sense of meaning in our labors.

    We find sustained energy when we are engaged in something that we believe matters. Henry Scougall, a godly Scotsman of the last century, pointed out that every human being craves a cause worth exchanging one's life for. ... The key to fulfilment and happiness is not indolent inactivity, but to set as our goal to participate in God's ongoing purposes of creativity, earth-care, truth-telling and grace-giving through the responsible use of our gifts in the service of others."

    This coming thursday will be my first work day of the year. I'm wrapping up my current project soon so  ... I'm currently in the process of cleaning the dust off my resume and trying to figure out what to do next.

December 28, 2004

  • Tonight, I've been trying to follow news about this. It's a bit
    frustrating that our news has more coverage of San diego "storms" and
    local flooding (though serious) than this recent natural disaster
    claiming at least 60,000 lives so far (estimates are that these numbers
    may double from disease).  This is the largest quake in about
    four decades.

    I've ignored news of other tsunamis in the past, but this one caught
    my attention because I now knew people who live (or lived) in places
    like Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand and Myanmar ... all affected by
    the tsunami.

    [12/30 -- One of my England teammates shared an insight into this event as an act of God]

    [12/31 -- Some good suggestions from a canadian friend on organizations to support if you want to do something. Gospel for Asia (K.P. Yohannan serves as president of this group) and World Relief Canada (Canadian International Development Agency  (CIDA) is matching donations (4:1) made to World Relief Canada). I can't believe that the death toll has already doubled to over 120,000 since I put out my initial post.]

    [1/5 -- Our fellowship is planning to spend time praying about this tonight. An article by a teen we met in Birmingham, UK.]

December 22, 2004

  • Winter Solstice

    Today (ok, technically yesterday) is winter solstice. It is
    often called the darkest day of the year and typically signifies the
    beginning of winter. Winter solstice is defined as the moment when the
    sun's apparent path is farthest south from the equator. In the Northern
    Hemisphere, this translates into "the shortest day of the year" or what
    some with a more macabre outlook may call "the darkest day of the
    year".

    Indeed it was a dark day today. Right after lunch, we had a massive
    power outage at work that shut our entire plant down. I tried to
    continue working by the dim glow of emergency lights, but the
    oppressive heat in our building soon became unbearable (no AC). I had
    to go home and accept this loss work day as an act of God or possibly
    the fumblings of man.

    When I got home, I recounted the story of the power outage at work
    and then gleefully shared these trivial tidbits of data about winter
    solstice with my roommate (eddie). When I mentioned the term "darkest
    day", he responded, "it also means that each day will be getting
    brighter and brighter  ... we'll keep having more hours
    of sunlight." As I went for a walk after dinner tonight, I was thinking
    about my roommate's comment. Isn't it strange that the darkest day, the
    day that signifies the start of winter, would also represent
    an inflection point where our days begin growing longer and longer.
    Could it be that our darkened day might also be an inflection
    point in the workings of God in our life?

    (a note for non-math folks: An inflection point
    is typically defined as the point at which a curve changes from convex
    to concave or vice versa. A curve has the maximum slope at it's
    inflection points)

December 4, 2004

  • The Hummer and the Hybrid

    I've resisted posting too much about the Prius, but this article comparing the Hummer H2 and the Toyota Prius just had to be shared. Humor me for a moment.

    The article begins with ...
    "Toyota Prius vs. Hummer H2 - The most politically correct car goes against the most politically incorrect one."

    This should inspire other geeky types considering this car ...
    "National Public Radio’s Tommy and Ray Magliozzi, also known as Click and Clack of Car Talk, have the following observation on the new Prius: “Make no mistake—this car is a chick magnet car—for certain types of chicks. Notably, the types who can't stand being called chicks!"

    Hey ... and if Cameron can own one and Leo can own three, it's gotta be hip!!

November 8, 2004

  • Two movies this weekend ...

    I saw two movies this weekend that made me just stop and think. In
    different ways, they were both entertaining and sobering. 

     The Incredibles (2004) Poster    ||:::THE INCREDIBLES:::||
    I'm
    no expert on animation, but this screenplay was cleverly crafted.
    Poignant truths are sometimes best conveyed in the delightful
    language of kids. Is this a fantastic cartoon story about the
    adventures of superheros? Or is this story also about us? If we
    were created extraordinary, why must we be so concerned about being
    "normal"? In this wearying pursuit to be "normal", have
    we slowly extinguished the life that once sprung from the free
    expression of our uniqueness?

     Super Size Me (2004) Poster    ||:::SUPER SIZE ME:::||
    After
    watching this movie, one of my friends (a huge In & Out fan) made a
    solemn vow never to eat fast food again .... ever!! Tonight, we grabbed
    dinner at McDonald's and then watched this movie at a friend's home
    (large screen and stereo sound =) -- fully aware that this may be the
    last McDonald's meal we ever wanted to eat. It is an
    interesting commentary about obesity in America and the influence of
    fast foods. It also chronicles the life (and physiological
    metamorphosis) of a man who decided to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner
    at McDonald's every day for one month. I suddenly feel this urge
    to cook up a good meal.

November 2, 2004

October 29, 2004

  • "Climb on!"

    During my last business trip to
    Corvallis, I had the chance to go to an internationally famous climbing
    area called Smith Rock with a colleague of mine. We arose at 6 am to
    the sound of mild rain, at the sight of ominous clouds and in
    anticipation of the 3 hour trek before us. But as we passed
    the Cascades, the rain magically disappeared, the ground was suddenly
    dry, and sunlight filled the skies.  

    There are those rare times in
    your life when your jaw drops at the sight of something simply
    breathtaking. This was one of those times. The vertical walls of Smith
    Rock jetted up from the ground after hours and hours of uneventful flat
    land while this winding river strangely managed to carve
    a passage between these massive formations.  It was only about
    45°F (7.2°C) at Smith Rock, but we were determined to climb.

     

    This is what I saw when I looked to my right and to my left

    I've been climbing
    regularly at the gym for about a year now, but none of that properly
    prepared me for what I was about to face. Adrenaline was rushing in my
    veins and as fear began to grip me during the difficult start of this
    first climb, my muscles began to tense up and tire. By the time I
    was 1/2 way up, I was almost ready to give up. My arms were spent, my
    feet were hurting, and I had already picked up a few minor scrapes from
    slipping once or twice. I felt the cold wind blowing at my face and was
    trying to enjoy the spectacular view, but it was all I could
    do to muster up my remaining strength and complete this climb.

     
    A difficult first climb along an arete with lots of exposure on both sides (5.9 US)

    The photos
    below were taken by someone who graciously offered to walk to an
    adjacent climbing area to get a good angle. Technically this was easier
    than my first few climbs, but if you look carefully at the photos,
    you'll notice that there is no rope above me. This was my first attempt
    at lead climbing ... ever! The scariest part is the first 10-15 ft you
    need to climb before you can clip in to your first point. You're
    holding all this safety gear around your belt and have carefully tied
    in your rope but know that all this gear will do nothing to buffet your
    fall until you clip in to your first point. When you top rope, you will
    typically fall no more than 5-10 inches; but when you lead climb, you
    can fall about twice the distance between your anchors. These were
    about 6-8 ft apart, so I knew that I would fall at least 12-16 ft if I
    fell while clipping in to another point. My feet were sore, and I had
    to balance myself on these tiny features while pulling up several feet
    of rope and handling gear. I often had to close my eyes to do this
    without falling.

     

    My precarious first attempt at lead climbing

    Climbing
    outdoors made me realize how incredibly controlled indoor climbing is.
    Routes are no longer labeled with bright neon colors but are disguised
    among a variety of formations that all look similar. I had to pause
    often to test and feel the different holds, and faint chalk residues of
    the climbers before me were my only hints at where to reach next.
    Footing was even more difficult to spot unless I paid careful attention
    on my way up and learned to recognize the little nubs that I would need
    to rest my weight upon.
    The
    walls are rough and easily pierced skin if you
    slipped. And you are at the mercy of falling rocks, the scourging
    sun, and the chilling wind.
    Some
    spots are easy, but other spots just sap your strength and seem
    impassible. These are the moments when your muscles ache with pain, and
    you hear faint whispers of defeat. 

    Real
    life is a lot more like outdoor rock climbing. Our routes are not
    colorfully marked with red, green and pink stones. We spend a lot of
    our time testing and feeling different holds
    before choosing a path. Our footing is equally precarious,
    and we all so tentatively shift our weight upon these new footings
    which seem like only small nubs. In the safety of the climbing gym, we
    may learn important basic skills, but these are tested outdoors when
    you're exposed to all the elements of life. Praise God for this
    humbling and exciting adventure!! At the start of a new climb, the
    climber would call out to his belayer (the person holding the rope) to
    let him know that he is ready. The belayer would then respond with
    "climb on!" to indicate that he is now securing the rope and to urge
    the climber to start his next ascent. God is the one who holds our
    lifelines so ...

    Climb on !!