Followers of?

Stumbled upon an article about Converts vs. Discipleship and realizing again what this walk really is. Def not a duck walk with little ducklings.
"Jesus doesn’t call everyone to leave everything every day. He calls us to be willing to give up everything at any point.
His call for each of us is different. He has uniquely gifted every person to carry out a unique and valuable function in His kingdom. While what we are called to may be unique, the call is an extreme standard: Jesus must be greater than everything else." I think I struggle the most with my education. I think sometimes my education reigns above Jesus and who He is to me. I allow it to reign my mind, my worries, my thoughts and sadly, this dictates my life. I do not want to be Damaged Goods, but we are all damaged goods. (Side note: Transformation church has been such a blessing.) Frankly speaking, it is valid. My fears can be rationalized.

But who am I to say that I am entitled to even put what is no.1 above Jes…

The Mess of Me

Often I wonder how someone can see me and all my flaws, yet still chooses to see the good parts. Just thinking about the sermon in church today makes me pause. We talked about how Jesus asks the first one without sin to cast the stone. None of the scholars who accused the guilty could claim they are without sin.

If God can forgive an adulterous woman, who am I to deprive anyone else of forgiveness?

I have been mulling that thought for a few weeks now. How does one forgive oneself? How does one forgive others? Naturally, as flawed beings, our easiest response is to keep track of how much one has wronged you. Yet, forgiveness calls for a new slate. How easy is that? Not so. But if the mess of me can be overlooked and forgotten, I have to start. Somewhere. Somehow.

The Mess of Us

I had a conversation with a dear friend today. After a long time of our busy schedules keeping us apart, we coincidentally ended up in the same place. Soon after catching up, we talked about life. He went on to tell me about a friend who took his own life and how devastating it was to receive such news. Conversations like these should be life-altering. Heck, if this doesn't wake you up I don't know what will.

We live in such a broken world where people everywhere are hurting.

In some way or another, people are hurting (to a certain extent). That is the truth. In a world, as broken as ours - as war wages on, as mass shootings break out, as social crimes increase; amidst the severe poverty (even in your own town! don't be surprised), it is no wonder how depression and anxiety become a natural response. The need to thrive and survive becomes a mandate. Yet, many respond by putting up masks behind; looking perfect on social media, smiling all the time, or shutting down and beco…

Love in Ancient Times

A friend texted me a lengthy text today. I have been contemplating it since then. I hope these perusing words will make you pause and take a step back. Especially in the grand scheme of it all.

Ernest Becker, an atheist author, in his book The Denial of Death, writes that in ancient times romantic love was seldom the basis for marriage. Becker says that modern people don't want to admit to what degree they are making up for the lack of inner spiritual fullness by looking out there for their one true love. He puts it this way,
"We still need to feel that our life matters in the scheme of things. We still want to merge our selves with some higher self-absorbing meaning in trust and in gratitude. But if we no longer have God, how are we to do this? One of the first ways that occurred to the modern person, as Otto Rank saw, was the romantic solution. The self-glorification that we need in our innermost being, we now look for in the love partner. What is it that we want when we e…


This excerpt went viral, and just thinking about the losses I've had in my life so far; I found this to be the most beautiful thing I've read:
I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not.
I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents...
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.  Scars are a testament to life…

A Good Day

Today seasons of uncertainties come to an end again. My worries have been overcome by peace, slowly, steadily. I cannot ignore how much things have fallen into place for me. I have a fever, but my heart is smiling.


I had to start a blog for class so here is a link to that. But I may just post everything to this blog once that is done.
I started the year prepping for ASEAN night! It was a lot of work and performances put together by a great team. All the dedication and hard work paid off at the end of the day, unfortunately, we overlooked the recording aspect of the event. However, here is a video created, compiled and written by a new friend, Luke Hall:

OU's first ever ASEAN Night from Luke Hall on Vimeo.

Till then!