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| Renovation One day, I noticed that the paint on my front door was chipping away and fading. So I asked God, "Hey God, you think you could give my front door a new coat of paint?"
He answered, "Of course." Then He pulled out a sledgehammer from under his robe and swung away at my door.. In despair I cried, "God!? What are you doing!? I just wanted a new coat of paint!!!" He just smiled and told me that He knew what He was doing. Trusting Him, I turned away, muttering to myself that it would be ok, that He should know what He's doing, even if His methods were a little unorthodox.
A couple days later, I got a phone call telling me that the noise from my house was being a disturbance to the neighborhood. Curious, I drove home to check it out. As I turned onto my street, I saw a bulldozer plowing away at my house. In a frantic frenzy, I ripped out of my car and raced down to my house. "Jesus!? What are you doing to my house?!?!" "It's ok, God told me to do it," he replies. Awestruck and speechless, I just stared in disbelief. Tears started to pour down my face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ARE YOU ****ING CRAZY!? THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU DON'T JUST KNOCK DOWN MY HOUSE! AAHFAOIFASDFJAKSLDJFL WHAT THE EFF!?!??" In a rage, I stomped off the scene, leaving Jesus in the bulldozer, hardhat and all.
So as I stayed with my friend for the next week, all I did was rant and complain about God. "Who does He think He is!? Man, Eff!! I should've just painted the door myself!" "But dude, You don't know how to paint a door..." "Yeah, I know...dangit.." Then a couple of days later, as I was ranting once again, my friend stopped me. "Hey, umm... I think you should go check out your house," he said. "Err why?" "Hm..Just...go.."
Still angry at the audacity of Christ, I drove up to my house again. Only...It wasn't my house. Where there should've been rubble, where there used to be a shoddy little house, stood a mansion. "What the....," I muttered as I walked up the porch stairs, "What is this?" "Well, this is your new house," said a booming voice behind me. I spun around to see God vis-a-vis. "ER, repeat that?" I asked. "This is your new house! Isn't it obvious? How could I build this mansion while your cruddy little house stood here?" He laughed. Stunned, I stood there with a stupid look on my face. "What is this, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition?" Laughing again, He handed me the keys and said, "Nope, just me doing my thing," and walked away.
In joyful disbelief, I turned around and opened my new maroon door, to see what God had in store.
The End.
P.S. This is what happens when you sleep late. =]
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| Money Can't Buy.Money can't buy a mother who wakes up at 5 am to make breakfast, pack lunch, and prepare dinner for everyone.
Money can't buy a father who teaches you how to throw a ball.
Money can't buy a brother who thinks about you before himself.
Money can't buy friends who'll buy you a McChicken on your birthday.
Money can't buy a cousin who brutally lets you know that you suck at dressing.
Money can't buy a father who gives you (too much..) advice stemming from his own life experiences.
Money can't buy a mother who works 12 hours a day, yet comes home and does the housework.
Money can't buy friends who'll fly to where you are, stay in your vacant home because you suddenly left for Korea for 5 days just to hang out with you for 2 days.
Money can't buy a girlfriend who buys you a surprise gift and tells and shows you what it is before she gives it to you.
Money can't buy a brother who thinks his older brother is all that, even though he isnt...
Money can't buy a friend who saves your bank account from closing in the negatives
Money can't buy late night cram sessions before exams.
Money can't buy late night cram sessions that turn into late night karaoke...or late night bowling.
Money can't buy hyungs that treat you to Pizza House at 2 am after that late night bowling.
Money can't buy parents who want you to be a good Christian and to be happy more than just rich and successful.
Money can't buy small group leaders who care more about your spiritual life than sometimes you do.
Money can't buy LCG's that make your problems their own and your joys theirs.
Money can't buy late night Dota.
Money can't buy a roommate who bugs you to work out every night.
Money can't buy an awesome girlfriend who wants to keep it centered on God.
Money can't buy dry ice bombs exploding your hand for the first time.
Money can't buy anything, but things.
"Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have"
-Hebrews 13:5
Add your own.
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| Worth in NumbersAs I sit here waiting for Bo to come back from his review, so he can help me move Chiyeon's stuff, let me drop some perspective on y'all.
I've been thinking recently about our self worth.
I'm not really talking about insecurity, our feelings of inadequacy, low self esteem, etc.
I guess what I mean is: how do we measure our self worth?
And the answer it seems, is in numbers.
#1 Number (You like that?): GPA
Admit it. We as students, many of us Asian or in the upper tier of students (some might say the two are synonymous), like to define our worth by our GPA. Sometimes we can't help it; we were raised in a society where parents would compare and contrast their kids, with academic success as one of the biggest factors.
And as much as we would like to disagree, it's true. When our GPA drops, so does our feeling of self worth. People get depressed and miserable.
I've heard older people and even my engin professor tell us that we have to get out of this mindset. That it's not good for us and that GPA definitely isn't a accurate measure of our self worth. It's not even an accurate measure of our academic achievement. Think about it: 3.8 taking mad easy intro classes as a freshman vs. 3.2 taking mad impossible classes as a junior. Or even that a 90.00% will get you an A-, but so will a 92.9999999%.
#2 Number: Weight/Waist size
This is more for the ladies in the house. Your worth is not inversely proportional to your weight! We all know the media helps implant unrealistic and even incorrect ideas of what the "perfect female" is. And then when you start to measure up against their numbers, it makes you feel like crap. Girls start freaking out and doubting their self worth when their waist size increases or their weight goes up. What the heck? Chill out, you're the same person you were before. Still wonderful. The thing is, I don't think beauty is skin deep. It's deeper than skin, so deep that your exterior soon becomes irrelevant. Beauty transcends the skin. Nawimean?
I guess it goes for guys too, somewhat. When I'm lifting at the gym, and everyone is outlifting me, I begin to feel a little...pitiful. A little...little. And yeah, when those numbers come out in conversation, "I rep 255, what about you?", heh, I just wanna retreat a little bit. But oh well, they're just numbers. Gotta realize that.
Weight doesn't even accurately measure your athletic potential anyway. We all know muscle weighs more than fat. Therefore you could be "overweight" and still have the body of a goddess. or you could just be taller than the people you're comparing against.
#3 Number: Money
I think this applies differently to poor/rich. The rich people probably feel like they are worth something because they are actually worth a lot monetarily. Maybe they feel like poop when their checking account balance drops. I don't know, I'm not really up there
In the opposite manner, I know there are poor people that feel like trash because they have no money. People that feel like they have to do whatever possible to get some money, to gain some status to feel like they are not worthless.
Conclusion: But! Despite all of these erroneous units of measuring our self worth, there is only one measure, one factor of our worth. Our worth isn't in ourselves, but rather in Jesus Christ. (Hah! betcha didn't expect that!) We are only worthless vessels when compared to what we hold! Our true worth is in Him, no?
But even if you don't think so or even relating to our..worldy? worth, I don't think our worth is measured by something that can be so easily quantified. What numbers do you use to show that someone is funny? or helpful? or caring? kind? trusting? courageous? loving? Surely, numbers that can't be collected so easily. Numbers that aren't just written on a bank statement, or on the scale, or on a transcript.
So get out of that "number" mentality. Focus on more important things, aite?
With that,
Still 3 exams left to go,
Weather outside is mocking me,
Sam
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| Home Stretch.Home stretch.
What does that mean?
The distance from third base to home? The final dash before scoring or failing?
Guess we're in the home stretch now. Final month of school. What we do now and how we do it results in scoring or...failing. My home stretch is packed with engineering symposiums, papers, midterms, and exams.
No time, no time. So much to do, so much to endure, but for some reason, I don't want it to end. Oh wait, I know the reason: Friends.
Looking forward to, yet fearing the coming of summer.
"There's Hip Hop and then there's Rap. One you love, the other you just get paid for."
"Genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration... which explains why engineers smell really bad some of the time."
Just do it.
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| Birthday"all i want for [deleted] is your friendship and company. i realized that
i really don't appreciate all the friends that i have here, and that
i'm truly blessed to be able to spend time with you guys. i take it for
granted that everyday, i can just walk into the cafeteria and sit next
to everyone, drop by [deleted] and expect to see 50 people i know and can
talk to anytime, and last of all, just to be myself around people.
i also want to thank you for introducing me to christ and everything that leads down that path.
thanks for everything man,
[deleted]"
wow.
an email I received from a friend.
muchos 감동, very moving/touching.
Just along those lines, let's not take each other for granted.
Good friends are hard to come by, so when we find em, we should stick to em and hold on.
to think that God even works through people like me....
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