Haircuts

“Having put him to sleep on her lap, she called a man to shave off the seven braids of his hair, and so began to subdue him. And his strength left him. Then she called, ‘Samson, the Philistines are upon you!’ He awoke from his sleep and thought, ‘I’ll go out as before and shake myself free.’ But he did not know that the LORD had left him.

 

Then the Philistines seized him, gouged out his eyes and took him down to Gaza. Binding him with bronze shackles, they set him to grinding in the prison. But the hair on his head began to grow again after it had been shaved.” Judges 16:19-22

 

Story of Samson is definitely one of my favorites. Aside from the gruesome violence (as I was too young to realize such brutality the first time I read it), it speaks of redemption. Rarely do we though realize the time sequence within the stories of the bible. With each passing word, days and years could be past. When I first read this story, I thought Samson’s hair miraculously grew overnight, but I don’t see such haste in the text any longer. How long had he been in prison? He could have spent his age over just to have his hair grow back the way it was. How fast exactly does hair grow anyways? How long did God’s redemption take? Days, weeks, months, years? I certainly hope it was of a monthly matter, but I guess we would never know for sure.

 

How long do I need to meditate on my sins that I may never commit such mistakes again?

The Until then Girl (feat. Nakamura)

The start of a Friday sounds of a brand new life

Got no plans but no worries neither

Either, I’ll be relaxing in a hot tub called the city of Seoul

or out there running with the crowd, begin the drum roll

Words flow twice as fast with the magic pill abbreviated TG and IF

 

It’s the Friday on fire, tonight we inspire

Looking for the one, stop, and I’m gone

 

Whoever you are, I’ll be patiently waiting

Because today feels like just another day

Wishes and hopes precipitate like crystal clear

Don’t assume just another one night stand

I’m a forever for sure, a modern day cure

All fidelity here, full onslaught integrity everywhere

Until then, girl, I’ll be standing right here

Dancing Around

“Wearing a linen ephod, David was dancing before the LORD with all this might, while he and all Israel were bringing up the ark of the LORD with shouts and the sound of trumpets.” 2 Samuel 6:14-15

I feel like I’m losing the ability to carry out conversations. It’s either that, or I never really learned how to listen. As much as I find it difficult to accept and embrace, I do admire small conversations, in that, they can change our thoughts significantly. I was reminded of the times my friends and I decided to make a fool of ourselves. It’s not that we rarely acted in foolishness, but just that this was towards a greater audience.

 

When I say foolishness, I do not mean the type that brings regret, but the type that brings laughter. It is the smiles everywhere, no worries to down the mood, strangers becoming friends type of foolishness, the complete embrace of human imperfection and dependence toward God. We danced around crazy, like David before the LORD.

Here and Now

As I learn more about businesses and policies, I am made aware of the inherent uncertainty to life and the daring attempts to foresee them. Who can see the future but God? How much intellect is there in learning how to walk in a dark room? Could I not ask God to simply turn the lights on? Then again, he has allowed us to develop critical thinking, for us to do our best in understanding what is present. I guess I am still struggling with figures of ideality that is shown in the Bible to the limited reality of now. I sincerely hope this isn’t all there is to the world. I know what is to come, but I do not live in the future. What is it that I should do now?

Calling

Like a baby crying for the mother, like a boyfriend waving his arms as he greets his girlfriend, like a friend joking around with his buddies, like a student asking questions to a professor, like a grandfather gathering the family together one last time…

 

“for, ‘Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’” Romans 10:13

On Histories

Histories and tragedies, making marks in people’s minds without remedies

Scarred bruised and beat like some mince meat

Ready, set go, time to fly low, no longer taking it slow

Communication at its worst, just sad this is not the first

So I stop here before I steer clear

Where’s my destination, probably not here

"I Am Not Yours" By Sara Teasdale

"I Am Not Yours" By Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.