Saturday, November 23, 2002

Last night, I went to bed at 8:30 PM and got up at 4:30, lay in bed for two hours, and got ready for today's practice. I scheduled it to start at 11 AM, so I planned to leave at 9 AM to pick up a student that lives near me, and drive to my parents' home in Parsippany to pick up the rest of the students.

The car didn't start.

My brother didn't have jumper cables, so I had to take my roommate's car to WalMart and buy new cables.

The metronome/backing track CD I made didn't work, so I had to reburn it.

We hit traffic.

We ended up starting practice 2 hours late.

I was really tired.

We finished practice at 5.

After three hours of driving kids home, I got back home at 8.

My brother and I took... our other brother to an all-you-can-eat ribs place to celebrate his birthday.

Long, frustrating, humbling, day.

Thought about a lot of things, but nothing really substantial for me to write about.

Sorry.

Friday, November 22, 2002

7:40 AM - Finished paper, returned home.
7:50 AM - Took care of stuff, opened package that I received, ate breakfast.
8:20 AM - Played Mario Tennis with Young Min, a guy that was sleeping over.
9:10 AM - Having succesfully beat him three sets in a row, I took a shower and had quiet time.
9:50 AM - Left for a 9:50 class at 9:50. As soon as I got there, I drifted off and woke up when it ended.
11:00 AM - Left class and got paycheck, deposited it, then ate lunch.
12:00 AM - Class.
3:20 PM - Just got back now from class.

Tired. I need some rest.

2 AM.

About 10 and a half hours later after the last post.

Let's just say, I'm summarizing paper 3 out of 5. And I still have to write a conclusion after that. And I have to annotate the figures.

I hope I can finish by 8 AM.

Ha.

Right.

Thursday, November 21, 2002

3:27 PM.

I am screwed.

I am not.

Yes, I am.

No, I am not.

etc.

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I've seen that I can't get rid of negative, positive, and romantic feelings by demand. But, the difference between someone that is stable and someone that is unstable lies within the degree one allows them to have on one's life.

I am sad to admit that along those lines of definition, I see that I tend to be more unstable than stable. My emotions and my feelings tend to dictate my actions more than my will. Oh, what a joyous occasion it is when the will wins out! :-)

Paper due in 24 hours. Woe to me, for I am undone! Have mercy on me!

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I find that I do my best thinking when I'm about to fall asleep. Why is that?

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Today is my brother's 17th birthday. How did he get to be 17 already? He was in 7th grade when I left for college.

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

"Taste them again, for the first time."

— Kellogg's Corn Flakes commercials from late '80s and early '90s

After all of this talk about the authenticity of faith, it dragged out a train of thought that has chugged through the back of my mind for a long time:

Am I really following Christ? What is it about my life that reflects that I really am enjoying the riches of God's grace found at the foot of the cross? Honestly, as I look at my life, I see more time spent watching TV, jamming on the guitar, and reading blogs on the Internet than the time I spend with Him alone. I spend more time doing things "for Him", doing things for others, and doing things more me then I do by actually sitting by His Word, reading it, digesting it, praying, etc.

Authenticity is a quality I prize a lot, but is it something I myself lack? Am I but a sham?

In the song The Promise of Your Cross by Matt Redman, he reminds me, "I have no other claim, I have no other plea.... the promise of the cross, the hope for everyone." I recognize that a lot of these questions belie a heart that places emphasis on my actions as proof of Christ working in me, as opposed to the actual Christ working in me. I recognize that I have no other claim but the promise of the cross, lest the Gospel be 'weakened' and be a product of human works. But, what is faith if it doesn't manifest itself by changing the life of one who has it? It is but mere mental cognition. And so I find myself still wondering about the authenticity of my faith, when I don't see how my life really reflects someone changed by the Gospel. When I read and hear about Christ did, I don't see my heart responding with any emotion, it feels like it's desensitized to it. It acts like there is no power in it.

Where are the riches of God's grace? Where is the hope that I will receive them? Why is the joy promised by this hope beat out by the instant pleasures I feel that I will receive when I obey the lusts of my body and the fickle distractions of the heart?

How do I taste the Gospel again, for the first time?

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

A new forum/guestbook is now available!

Have fun. Happy webbing!

Awesome!

I found this awesome online publisher. http://www.bartleby.com has all of the classics and references anyone would ever need.

Now I have no excuse not to read quality literature anymore.

Behold, a classic hymn below:

Hic Breve Vivitur

From “De Contemptu Mundi” By Bernard of Morlaix. Tr. J. M. Neale (cir. 1125)

BRIEF life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

And after fleshly scandal, 5
And after this world’s night,
And after storm and whirlwind,
Is calm and joy and light.

There grief is turned to pleasure,
Such pleasure as, below, 10
No human voice can utter,
No human heart can know:

The peace of all the faithful,
The calm of all the blest,
Inviolate, unvaried, 15
Divinest, sweetest, best.

That peace,—but who may claim it?
The guileless in their way,
Who keep the ranks of battle,
Who mean the thing they say. 20

Strive, man, to win that glory,
Toil, man, to gain that light,
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight!

I had typed up this post about my brief study on Kurosawa two summers ago, and lost it. I am frustrated, but oh well.

I am too pressed for time to retype it, so here's the rundown:

Rashomon: Didn't really find anything great about it.

The Seven Samurai: Found it to be all that it was cracked up to be, something I would spend money to buy.

I also watched The Magnificent Seven since it was an adaptation of The Seven Samurai. I found it to be almost as good, since it condensed a very long movie and gave it a faster pace, but it didn't take out too much from its source material.

I hope to watch The Hidden Fortress since it is the source of inspiration for Star Wars. I was a Star Wars nut when I was a kid: I memorized every line of all three movies, knew a lot of the bloopers, read the novels about what happened afterwards, played all the flight simulators, read the Star Wars encyclopedia, etc. Mind you, I did all this in a span of ten years, not two, so I'm no Star Wars nerd. :-D

Ok.

Monday, November 18, 2002

"Are you there? Hello?"

It seems to me that when women complain, a lot of it has to do with the absence of men's attention. Now, this is not to mean attention in the romantic sense alone. This has to do with the absence of men's attention to what they should be paying attention, like responsiblities around the house, intiative in the world, taking care of their families, and treating their women with the respect and affection that they desire. There seems to exist a cycle where women complain and men only see the specific things they complain about. Neither party really strives to see what the core of issue is: men not paying attention to why what they should be paying attention.

At least, I see this in my family. My family consists of 4 males, 1 female. To be honest, for the past 22 years of my life I've heard more complaints, nagging, screams, demands, etc. from my mother than thankful remarks and satisfied sentiments. She seems to be more intent on saying, "This family is all talk! You all say that you love me, but you don't do anything to help me!" as opposed to, "My life is so happy. The house is clean, my ministry is going well because everyone is so supportive, and I always have someone to talk to because my family hears me and understands me."

The problem seems to start from top down. My father was always studying in his office, and my brother was too rebellious and strong minded (a trait inherited from my mother) to listen, and so my brother and I passively followed him (a trait inherited from my dad). Of course, this is an oversimplification of the problem, but from the point that we three boys began to think on our own, we found it our mission to point out all the fallacies and logical failures in our parents to do whatever we wanted. That has become a pattern in our family and I think it is a common pattern in men when dealing with unhappy women:

1) Men do not live up to their responsibilities, such as treating women in a respectful and serving manner.
2) Women respond emotionally to the problems created, sometimes escalating to the Women's Rights bonanza in the '60s and '70s, to the constant nagging we receive from all of our mothers.
3) The nagging and emotional response rarely gets the point across, because it elicits a negative and self-righteous response from men. I list my mom yelling at me as the top thing in this world that can make me lose control of my temper.
4) Men learn to ignore what the women complain about, then attack the emotional nature and foundation of these complaints. They feel the women are wrong and are stubborn not to see that they are wrong, and both sides want to boost their egos by showing themeselves to be in the right. At the end, no one feels the need to change his or her lifestyle.
5) The cycle perpetuates: Women get more emotional and angry because there is now a history of men ignoring them and continuing to shirk their responsibilities.

One possible course of solution:

1) Both sides admitting that they are wrong, that their attitudes are self-glorifying and ultimately sinful.
2) Both sides coming to Christ first and asking for His strength to change, for the the Holy Spirit to open their eyes to see what should be done.
3) Both sides sitting down and logically laying out what the root of the problem is: men shirking their responsibilities for "grass that looks greener on the other side," like petty hobbies and shallow means of entertainment that waste time. Men know what they have to do, but they see more instant gratification in the projects, in their sports teams, in their pornography, in their hobbies, in their alcohol, etc. The road to perdition is by giving into temptations that promise instant pleasure. Pleasure, a thing that is good and that should be pursued, is pursued by the wrong means. Men have to seek to find their pleasure by the right means, they have to seek to create higher ideals. Women have to stop nagging, start being reasonable with they way the respond to their situation, and start praying for the stupid men to turn their hearts to God.
4) Men make it their priority to CHANGE THEIR SELF-CENTERED HABITS AND PRIORITIES. Men make it their priority to TREAT WOMEN WITH RESPECT and to practice the correct form of attention: prayerful provision and God-ward leadership. Women realize that THEY ARE NOT ALWAYS RIGHT IN THE WAY THEY DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM, and make it their priority to prayerfully and thoughtfully deal with problems.
5) Both sides practice the principles of Christ-likeness by realizing that change comes with persistent, insistent hearts that are striving towards a new goal: the Glory of God, instead of the glory of self. This new, life-giving cycle with hopefully then perpetuate as each new problem in life arises.

I think this can happen. I think it is realistic: it doesn't depend on some mystical force and circumstance to change things, it depends on desiring to and getting to know a God who works through realistic things, who works through changing the way we emotionally react to the things that we find our pleasure in.

For me, I am trying to get rid of my addiction to the internet. I've cut out AIM, but I already see that I've been trying to make up for that change by reading more blogs and checking my email every single chance that I get. My priorities should be my God, then my family, then my church, then my studies, then my friends. Unless, of course, I find that girl. Then she'll be tied with family for the heirarchy of priority ;-). This list isn't generalizable to all, it's to what God has called me to manage.

God, turn me on towards Your direction. Give me what I need to live. Forgive me in the way that I forgive others. Let that request motivate me to be more generous with my love that I can give. Please, lead me away from distractions, and away from the evil in this world. Christ is my claim ticket for these requests, so please grant me these things. Let me live life and live it to the fullest.

Sunday, November 17, 2002

There were many thoughts I wanted to post, today, but I forgot them.

Let me try to extract them.

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"Whadder You Gonna Do?"

For the past year, I've frequently been asked that question about my future plans, and I've frequently answered, "I don't know." Today, I was thinking about how I really haven't been asking that to myself enough. This isn't a matter about worrying about what the future holds, it's a matter of being thoughtful about my direction in life.

Let's just say that I haven't been as thoughtful as I wish.

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"Kid's Don't Like It When..."

... people older than them talk down to them, pinch them, and incessantly remark about how cute they are. They like the attention, but they don't like how they get it. For example, pinching their cheeks seems to be one of the biggest pet peeves. Think about it. Who ever likes having some lady squeal at your sight, pick you up, pinch your cheeks, and make stupid baby noises? I noticed that it's very selfish of us to do whatever we want with them on their expense. Are you really thinking about their welfare when you're selfishly enjoying all their cuteness? Treat them in a Godly fashion: nicely and respectfully. Sure they can't cogitate on our level, but they're still individuals. They'll listen to you in return, if you consistently instill in them that you really care about them and are willing to listen to them.

These are my observations after working with kids during my senior year of high school and for the past couple of months.

The praise band drummer flaked out on us today, so we had practice at my home in Parsippany. I decided to have a more focused time of worship and prayer, then we did another run-through of the songs. It is a great thing for them to see what goes into planning these sort of things in a prayerful, meaningful way.

We then bought supplies to make a welcoming card/poster for our church's new youth pastor. He starts seminary in a year, hope God uses him well. I'm sorta cautious about him, but we'll see. I then went over one of the kids' house. We watched Homestar cartoons on the computer, and I tried to fix his computer since it's been having mucho problemas. That night was Samaritan's Purse at the church; the kids put together 14 care gift packages for goodwill.

All throughout this, the following thoughts ran through my mind:

"I must study. I am behind."

"God, seriously, please work at this praise night thing."

"I must apply to fellowships. I am behind."

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I have been trying to fight my heart's continuing negative reaction to events that happened during September, and I find that it's still not really getting over it. The reason why I say this is that I was counselling a high school student about girl probs and it made me realize that I am still in disbelief over my personal situation. "Put it behind you!" "Deal with it directly!" "Resolve to resolve the issue!"

Through all of this, I've been fighting the following grumble: "Typical. Some people always seem to get what they want, whether they realize they want it or not. Me? I definitely don't fit in that category." It makes me realize how judgemental and self-righteous the human heart can be. Not to mention petulant and spoiled. This is what I counter that thought with: "Even if you think you don't think you've gotten anything, so what? What do you deserve, anyhow? But regardless, you have things in life that others can only dream of having. Most of all, you are in a good relationship with God."

"Yeah," my heart responds, "But you still didn't get that greener grass."

Sometimes I just want to take a Bugs Bunny-era mallet and wallop some sense into my heart. Why must it be so stubborn?

Anyhow, yesterday I had dinner with some Korean Grad Students. It was good kalbi. Bist wan. It made me realize that besides cultural differences, people are the same in terms of our need for Christ.

God, please, bring people I see around me to Yourself. It doesn't have to be through me, but please, bring them to Yourself.

Still looking for good accountability. Brothers, where are you? Unless, God will send it in the form of a future wife. ;-)