Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men."
giovedì, novembre 26, 2009
Matthew 16:23
mercoledì, novembre 25, 2009
Intrinsic Worth
I think that's what I want to write about. Somehow, through a story, I want to convey this. Every human being has intrinsic worth, regardless of his or her position in society, regardless of what he or she has done or not done. People in this nation like to approach everything in a meritocratic fashion, when it is so much more the case that punishment for the sins of fathers is visited upon sons.
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I heard that Faulkner approached "As I Lay Dying" with the last line the only definite thing, and the rest of the novel was written to accommodate that. I have a line like that, now. I wrote it in a previous post. "Through pain and misery, I become Everyman." Maybe I need a first line too. "Punishment for the sins of fathers is visited upon their sons." What makes writing and reading interesting is not that you find out "what" B is, but rather the "how" in getting from A to B.
I have now ceased punishing myself for not making haste to B. I am now endeavoring to enjoy my journey to C.
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Have a happy Thanksgiving.
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I heard that Faulkner approached "As I Lay Dying" with the last line the only definite thing, and the rest of the novel was written to accommodate that. I have a line like that, now. I wrote it in a previous post. "Through pain and misery, I become Everyman." Maybe I need a first line too. "Punishment for the sins of fathers is visited upon their sons." What makes writing and reading interesting is not that you find out "what" B is, but rather the "how" in getting from A to B.
I have now ceased punishing myself for not making haste to B. I am now endeavoring to enjoy my journey to C.
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Have a happy Thanksgiving.
martedì, novembre 24, 2009
To Be a Son of Abraham
I've been undergoing a time of trial, and I struggle to get and keep my priorities straight. Having grown up inundated in the culture of an Asian-American church in the well-to-do suburbs, it is an existential crisis in the making when your life doesn't go as planned. By planned, I mean doing well in school, getting into a relatively good career, settling down. In the previous academic year I experienced a mental breakdown due to ongoing clinical depression and flunked out of college after two successive poor semesters.
I've just had to realize that those items are just idols for me. My small group recently studied the oft-read passage where Abraham received his calling. Abraham was called to give up his place in society. He had to leave what was then one of the centers of culture and civilization, to leave his nation, go out into what was the boonies (Canaan). His family didn't make it even halfway before they settled, and it wasn't until his father died that Abraham was called even out of his father's household. This family was the source of his standing in society.
God's call of an individual is radical. In our society, our places in society are much more a function of economics than family, especially in this culture of individualism, and to some extent, family is affected by economics. For some of us, the call may be to relinquish our expectations of good income and high standard of living. That may even be part of a call similar to Abraham's, to leave our precious nation. I've had to realize that I will probably never drive the car I want, live in the house I want in the neighborhood of my choosing, or experience the admiration of the peers I've known all my life. It hurts to kill my expectations and dreams. It hurts to not measure up in the eyes of people even within the church, because that's how far the corruption of our society spreads. It's difficult to reject such paradigms.
I have been the rich young ruler who shook his head sadly when told to give up his wealth. The clinical depression I mentioned in the opening paragraph was a result of doing poorly at a more prestigious university and essentially failing this exact same test I am facing now. I now believe that I was meant to fail, so that I could truly see, and live. In the Bible, that young man walked away, but Christ has not let me do the same. I must have the faith of Abraham who left all that he knew and understood to follow a God he could only have faith would do what He promised. God's promise to Abraham has come true, as we Christ-followers are his children. Christ's Kingdom is the great nation. We are the blessed, because of his faith.
I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you." - Genesis 12:2-3
lunedì, novembre 23, 2009
Superficiality
So I was talking to Ariel last night, which made me think. I now accept my superficiality. Unashamedly. In an era and culture in which I will pretty much be castrated and strangled for saying I look for certain physical traits in potential life-partners, I now step up to proclaim that I have standards. My superficiality knows no bounds, however. It has turned on me and held up a mirror. I need to put on some muscle.
Morality and Law
I cannot for the life of me understand why conservative Christians keep trying to push for our morality to be codified in law. We act as if we can make people believe what we do by making our values law. The opposite is true. Our morals are rooted in the very person of Christ, and our fruit is what will allow unbelievers to see the truth. By forcing values into the law, we tell society two things. 1) We are bullies. 2) We are followers of a legalistic religion, obsessed with following rules. Our goal is not to make people behave. Our goal is to introduce people to the person of Jesus Christ, the only person who can truly change people.
It really is no surprise that Christianity is identified with hate. It is also very tragic.
venerdì, novembre 20, 2009
Disillisionment
Our quest for the world
leads ten thousand leagues beneath
the surface of its seas of good feelings,
leaving us marinating,
desiring a chill to thaw the warmth.
We sour as hours pass, as
(pickles in a jar)
waiting for these seas to drain,
releasing and beaching us
to dry and finally die to ourselves.
leads ten thousand leagues beneath
the surface of its seas of good feelings,
leaving us marinating,
desiring a chill to thaw the warmth.
We sour as hours pass, as
(pickles in a jar)
waiting for these seas to drain,
releasing and beaching us
to dry and finally die to ourselves.
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