Keeping Promises

It has been nearly a year. I was gently reminded of a promise I had made.

Collab: MayFly, Part 1

A world filled with strangers, nothing but sights of dangers

Trying to breathe against the heavy smoke clouds of weed

 

A life full of obstacles, people giving up, sucking popsicles

Trying to succeed but don’t know where to plant the seed

 

Digging dirt with hands and knees

All seems to no avail, just as no wind to set sail

 

Spitting daggers to one another, ears closed like whatever

Living life like I’m the master, but boy that’s just a huge blunder

 

What’s with all the talk when you’re trying to walk?

Nonetheless, simply two cents for all you gents

Spokesman

“If a man divorces his wife and she leaves him and marries another man, should he return to her again? Would not the land be completely defiled? But you have lived as a prostitute with many lovers - would you now return to me?” Jeremiah 3:1

“Why should I forgive you? Your children have forsaken me and sworn by gods that are not gods. I supplied all their needs, yet they committed adultery and thronged to the houses of prostitutes” Jeremiah 5:7

I hate that those I love are prostituting themselves to worthless matters of the world, crying and begging for what is of no value. Nevertheless, this includes me. It is as if we are on our knees in front of our enemies that seek nothing but destruction. How shall we regain dignity?

“Therefore this is what the Lord says: ‘If you repent, I will restore you that you may serve me; if you utter worthy, not worthless, words, you will be my spokesman. Let this people turn to you, but you must not turn to them.’” Jeremiah 15:19

Stand tall, gather yourself. You are nobility, a royal family! Death before honor, integrity in love, faithfulness to the end. I will, once again, be a voice of God, proclaiming truth, living with strength and glory.

What's in a Word?

I don't consider myself an avid reader. I have found ways to get out of reading books throughout high school and college (Sparknotes, my beloved friend!). I noticed this was not uncommon. To a certain degree, I feel as though reading is becoming a lost art. In that sense, I guess this could be the devil's next greatest trick, having people oblivious to what is written in the Bible.

In another aspect, I noticed facts and figures have lost its meaning among people as well. Too many times, emotions have become the deciding factor, the guiding light, rather than looking into what truly is happening. Veritas, some would say. 

I guess it's about the great balancing act yet again.

Next Best

My soul desperately yearns to sing praises to God with all of my family and friends, reminding me this world is not all. Until then, guess I'll settle for some Chipotle.

Life 100

Hundred posts! I feel as though I have written much empty words. I had started with thoughts of only writing for God and for myself, but it seems I had strayed quite a bit. Giving just to God, to a crowd of one.

Dream Concert Stupidity

I had to tell a friend of mine a story. Since bits of personal memories are the most amusing, I went through my own memory folder. I had forgotten how much fun it was digging through my mind.

 

In the process, I was reminded of the incident back in fifth grade. I was in Korea then, and I remember an idol group called H.O.T. They were, at least to the elementary eyes of mine, one of the biggest sensations of the time. In any case, I distantly remember how the group was taking a break from media. Whatever the reason, they were not participating in any regular events at the time. There was, however, one big concert called the Dream Concert where all kinds of idols and celebrities came to perform. It was to be held in Jamshil Stadium, and there was rumor that H.O.T. was going to be there. Three girls from my class asked three boys, including me, to join them in their journey to see the concert. I used the word “journey” because Jamshil was on the other side of Seoul as to where we were. For six fifth graders to get on the subway and travel on for more than an hour in the evening was probably not the best idea. The girl I really liked was not part of the three, so I was hesitant to go, but the other two must have had some interest in teh girls, as they pressured me into going with them.

 

None of us knew the order of the performance, so we had planned to leave as soon as we got to see H.O.T. As any stories unravel, we sat through the entire concert, way past our intended time of leave. The idol group, being the most popular, performed at the very end. Near the end of their song, we rushed out. We thought we had gotten out early, but the exit was already packed with a mass crowd. It had not really mattered anyways, because the subway was already closed for the night.

 

There we were with pocket change, enough to buy us subway tickets, but none more. The rest of the kids decided to make phone calls to their parents, while I thought it was stupid of them. I figured we should do our best to save our money to at least get somewhere close to home by getting on a taxi. Another kid decided he was hungry, and started buying street snacks. I am not sure if I was just that much more mature or my friend was really hungry, but I was just getting frustrated by their lack of awareness of the situation.

 

In retrospect, I must admit I did overreact to the situation. Simply because we got home pretty easily. As my friend was eating food, some other kids must have told the vendor about our misfortune for the sake of whining. The lady, however, was nice enough to get a taxi to have all six of us ride. She also paid the driver for us, so we got home safe and sound, though just late.

 

As for me, my personal stupidity did not end there. Instead of heading home, I went to my friend’s house to sleep over. I had promised my friend about that, and I even got permission for it. Unfortunately, I did not have the common sense in communication, and had complete neglected calling my parents. After a short while at my friend's house, the friend’s mother passed on the phone to me, and I was told to come home immediately. I had no idea I was in trouble as my mother told me to simply go to bed as I arrived home. Later, I found out my father had been beyond the point of anger. It was the first time I did not get punished for being stupid. It certainly had its effects as well, since I remember it so well. The irony of all this was that we were so far behind in the stadium that all we could see of the concert were the stage lights.

 

PS: For all of you that are interested, thanks to modern technology, I was able to find some clips from the concert. Enjoy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nItSua7uWSo