God when i go astray, you lead me back again.
You are good, You are good, when there’s nothing good in me.
it is God who writes my story and not myself. i admit that. and the journey i’ve taken from my 2.37 GPA to my 3.19 has been sovereign; i know that too.
but it just would have been so satisfying to have graduated with a 3.2 “with distinction” from Ross.
i know we can say it’s not about the titles and awards and the embellishments. but i just thought it would have made one hell of a story.
so i recently decided to start eating healthier just for the sake of being healthy. this means that i’m trying to stop eating out, eating processed foods, and stop eating red meat.
let me just mention how much i love beef. but do you know what i love even more? lamb. it’s so good.
so you can imagine how happy i was when my mom said she had lamb for me. i initially was going to turn it down but i couldn’t help it. and she had already brought it. our conversation went something like this:
mom: i brought you lamb! they’re really lean cuts. i told dad that he couldn’t eat any ‘cause we were going to give it to our daughter and he was like “alright alright.”
me: thanks mom! but… i’m trying to get healthy.
mom: if you don’t want it, i’m just going to take it home and freeze it.
me: nonono, i want it. thanks!!
as i dwell over this moment, i can’t help but think about how much my parents and how much God loves me. over a little thing like not being able to eat lamb. but the thing is, as much as my parents enjoy eating it and especially when a family friend gave it to us so we didn’t even have to pay for it, i’m touched that they would forgo all of the lamb that our family friend brought so that i could eat it. and though we get in arguments over church and my involvement, it’s the little moments like these, in the details of certain situations, when God reminds me how much my parents love me too.
and then i thought about God. Jesus was the ultimate lamb (haah, how perfect that it worked out like this). the priests would always pick the choicest animal to sacrifice. but God already had the best of the best with Him - He had Jesus. yet for the sake of our sinful, dirty, unworthy selves, He chose not to keep His son by His side but rather sacrifice Jesus so that we wouldn’t have to die that death. so that we could be reconciled with Him. He had to sacrifice Jesus because our best sacrifices would never measure up to the son of God.
in the moment after our good friday service ended, after the shouts of joy and delight when we heard we gained a new eternal brother, everyone prayed for daewoon. for those of us that could reach, we laid our hands on him while others stretched their arms. and just seeing how joyful and how eager we were to lay our hands on him to share a small small part in what is a big defining moment in our brother’s life was just the best reminder of how privileged i am. that nothing i personally did or said brought him to Christ but that God has given me the great honor of hearing his story and letting me be part of an imperfect yet loving community that welcomed him in with open arms.
this is why we do what we do and may this joy be everlasting in our hearts. let the gospel and the joy that it brings never become stale.
We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.
I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”
Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’
It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.
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I just saw this and thought it would be incredible to share this so maybe it could catch on whereever you may live
hatred stirs up strife,
but love covers all offenses.
our own hatred can result in anger, in bitterness towards ourselves, our families, our brothers and sisters, and even God.
but the beauty of God is that His love covers all our offenses. all our offenses to Him, to our brothers and sisters, to our families, and to ourselves.
that’s why Jesus had to die on the cross. there was no other way for God’s love to cover all our offenses. but with this one act, it was simply done.
i want to love You more.
i want to love You more.
Lord, make me whole, make me complete
so that i may rest at Your feet.
let everything bring praises to Thee.
i want to love You,
i want to love You more.
God, please bring peace to my weary soul. why does this situation never change? why is the bitterness still ever present? has there even been any progress?
God, i’m just so, so tired..