Entries Tagged as 'Life'

Monday, January 31st, 2011

On humanity, brokenness, and stuff

Tonight, we watched a video in Stephen Min­istry that left me moved and feel­ing heavy at the same time. Dr. Diane Lang­berg spoke a mes­sage about the real­ity of bro­ken­ness and suf­fer­ing in our lives and the need for com­pas­sion­ate Chris­tians to sit with the hurt­ing and min­is­ter with pres­ence. I’ve been think­ing about human […]

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010

Twelve-volt reverie

I’m awak­ened in the morn­ing by a phone call — It’s Mr. Smith, and his car needs a jump. The evening before we had spot­ted him in the park­ing lot; he was still seated in his parked car, eyes closed in rapt con­cen­tra­tion or heavy sleep, we couldn’t tell. “It’s jazz,” he explains later. He […]

Friday, November 19th, 2010

A slow reconstruction

The longer I spend around a church, the more I see that peo­ple are really, really bro­ken. And that’s really good for me to see, because I’m start­ing to grasp how deep the Father-love really is, and how uncon­di­tional it is. Loud are the songs of bro­ken sin­ners. Henri Nouwen is teach­ing me to stare […]

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

That peculiar midair sensation, whilst writing in a notebook

I found myself drawn to grids mostly because they were man­age­able. You can write your way out of one as soon as eas­ily as you write your way in. Grids are safe, incu­ba­tors for words and ideas to sit, like plastic-wrapped photo frames, or lit­tle card­board boxes filled with sty­ro­foam peanuts, keep­ing the hal­lowed words […]

Friday, October 15th, 2010

But uh, seriously.

Being assertive is really unnat­ural for me. Eric called me out on this the other day: “Does any­body want to drive?” vs. “I’m really tired because I’ve dri­ven a lot today. Can some­body else drive for us?” It never even CROSSED my mind that I could say “Hey, I’m tired and I don’t want to do this.” […]

Monday, October 11th, 2010

The fugitives

I dreamt the other night that I was run­ning at mid­night along the shore, no, there were cliffs, and we were run­ning along the cliffs that wrap around the coast. The weather is warm, no, it has an icy bite, but we run any­ways, out and around the shore, through sil­hou­et­ted tree branches that bend […]

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

Directness

Being around white peo­ple (and one Ken­neth Leung) is mak­ing me more direct. There. I said it. And I really love it! One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I don’t always know how to be gen­uine; that I can often say one thing but inside some­thing else is going on. This often has to […]

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

The Hao Family videochats for like 30 seconds

4 cities, 2 con­ti­nents, we made it hap­pen for like 30 seconds:

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

Some things I think

I feel pretty com­fort­able walk­ing around shirt­less. Sun­day at 3pm before ser­vice I walked into the chapel sans shirt to find Albert there doing cou­ples’ coun­sel­ing. Guy: hey, he’s shirt­less. Albert: yeah (silence)… he’s an intern. I blame this all on Dave, who is shirt­less over half of the time. My diet con­sists two parts peanut […]

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

Finding momentum

There’s still much, much to mourn.