Interlude A1, The Ones I Let Escape

(On the back of a photo postcard depicting the Great Wall, Summer of 2006).

I'm sorry I haven't been online much lately, I have computer access sporatically. The weather here in Beijing is horrendously oppressive, but apart from that, it's an interesting change from being in Naperville. I can't believe how much my siblings have grown; my brother has better aim than me throwing a ball and my sisters think Jay Chouis ugly, haha.

Besides playing with my sisters and brother, I haven't done anything notable (unless you count seeing parts of the World Cup on TV... but I get tired just watching them run =P). This is what I did on the plane ride over:

E nigmas are fuzzy, have no answer;

Z ebras are black/white, nothing else under;

R aven-haired chap who invites much wonder;

A iya, Hope I'll get to know him better!

I miss talking with you online. Hopefully I'll get a chance to see you before you leave for college. There are quite a few KFCs here, and I'm reminded of you whenever we pass near one. You look quite dapper in blue =) Enjoy the rest of your summer, and have a super-awesome time in New York!

Take care,

J

On the Future

I'm sure you've all been perceiving that the rest of our lives is about to begin, in some way. But for some reason, whereas some of you may feel it as the Spirit descending upon you invigoratingly, I see nothing but gloom and boredom. And maybe that's why I'm so reluctant to part ways with childhood - I see only nothingness in my future.

And it's not supposed to be like that, especially for one professing to be believe in Christ and His glory manifested through the Church. But perhaps I no longer truly believe in the power of such truth to effect change in us. In which case, it is no longer truth to me.

I'm just waiting for You to move me, God. I need something to aspire to.

I am a petty fool.  I find myself envious of the attention other people receive on their birthdays, and seethe at the injustice of it all.  My desire for others' well-regard is a weakness I must purge.

The Totals Aren't Computing to Twenty

What You See

If you see me doing anything good or productive, know that it is not of me.  What you witness is God at work, animating me to do that which is counter to what I am.