TWA - 11/24/2007

One of the reasons why TWA is not Bible Study or reading the scripture. It is time spent with God, a two-way conversation, a time of reflection and revelation.

The past week I've been mulling over the story of the Pilgrims and their search for freedom during a time of religious and political persecution. Freedom is a much abused and misunderstood word. People have taken "Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, etc..." to new heights and have re-defined the original intentions of these famous founding words.

To have "freewill" is a blessing. To live in a "free country" is a privledge. Pro-Choice does NOT mean Pro-Abortion. Distributing condoms in public high schools do NOT mean premarital sex is encouraged. Sigh... but where is America today?

It irks me when people preach "freedom" but at the same time, condemn those whose views are different. You can't have it both ways. Dare I use the word - hypocrite? Maybe that's a little too far. Anyhoo... in the midst of this swirl... God sat me down on a chilly Friday afternoon and said, "Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as servants of God. " (1 Peter 2:16).

God's timing is impeccable...

Black Friday Shopping

Hordes and hordes of people standing in the flippin' cold waiting to get in, waiting for friends, waiting for doors to open. Is that what the Gates of Heaven will be like?

On the flip side of things, is this what the gates of the "other place" will be like?

Hillsong Worship Night

Hordes and hordes of people standing in the cold waiting for tickets, waiting for friends, waiting for doors to open. Is that what the Gates of Heaven will be like? Hopefully we all have our tickets already.

Do you have your ticket yet?

Ohhhh....

Peet's Egg Nog Latte....
So Pure...
So Excellent...
So Egg-Noggy....
I'm in love...yes, I am.
Ohhhh.....

Such it is...

Good judgement comes from experience... and most of that comes from bad judgement.

Weird dream

I dreamnt that a bunch of us were passing out flyers somewhere. But the flyers were made of sheep-skin. And the words were invisible. So I got a cup of water and asked everybody to donate three drops of blood into it to make the words appear.

You know what sucks...?

You know what sucks??
Having a pimple...and trying to shave AROUND it... and missing!!!
THAT SUCKS!!!!!!

Ananias

During Sunday School this past week, one of the discussion questions were, "Who has been an 'Ananias' in your life?" Immediately, I thought of the Louie's and Hsu's as they've been instrumental in my spiritual growth these past few years. Who I failed to remember was spiritual parents back in my Sts. Peter and Paul days. In Catholicism, you call those "godparents." (Yes....Vito Correlone)

Bumped into my godparents this past Saturday at a wedding....along with all the uncles and aunties from my old church. Though they never fed me spiritually nor did we have conversations longer than 5 minutes ever, they're still my godparents. It wasn't by fault or chance that we were paired together but God's will. Probably till the day we return to heaven, I will always call them, "代父,代母."

And the kids....they're no longer kids. The kids that we use to "disciple" are now full grown adults. If someone were to ask them, "Who has been an Ananias in your life?" I wonder if any one of them will mention my name? A very pleasant trip down memory lane...

I hate Boston/New England

I hate Boston/New England.
I hate the Red Sox for winning another World Series.
I hate Tom Brady and the Patriots for ripping through the NFL like no other.
I hate the Celtics (well...I actually like the Celtics) for signing Garnett and Allen and now are odds on favor to win the NBA Championship.
I hate Boston College for being ranked #2 in the BCS.
I even hate New England Clam Chowder and Boston Lobster (not really...but might as well put it here...)



Sam Adam's Boston Lager... you may be the only thing left in Boston I have affinity for. Hrmph!!

Thrice, I wept....

The shortest verse in the bible, "Jesus wept." Jn 11:35.

Saturday afternoon, "Hank wept."
Saturday evening, "Hank wept again."
Saturday night, "Hank wept, yet again."

Lily and Jason's vows were amazingly touching. I think all bride & grooms should consider writing their own vows as opposed to using the standard. But if everyone wrote their own...then that WOULD be the standard, huh?

Vera and Leo also wrote their own vows. And it's hard not to empathize when a groom stands up there and he starts weeping tears of joy.

It was 11:30PM Saturday night. After two weddings and maybe a little too much to drink, I realize I haven't started preparing for tomorrow's lesson. Oops!

Napa

I don't ever want to go to Napa with novices who sit with me in a car for two stinken hours... finally arrive at the wineries...just to tell me, "We don't drink. Oh....and you're driving, you shouldn't drink either." (Li Ga Guy...where r u????)

On a different note.... Napa baby!!!!!!!!