Potential, not Perfection

I think I can say with an honest heart that I have heard one of the most depressing sermons last Thursday. It was a sermon on Genesis. 

The text goes as follows: "The LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it." Genesis 2:15 

The pastor stated that many people imagine Eden as perfection. While it is indeed perfect, it was not to say that development was unnecessary. God had Adam work the garden. Cultivation, farming, organizing and perhaps cooking was possible in His Garden. The pastor then extended this concept to all aspect of our lives: God gives potential, not perfection.

For the past years, all my prayers consisted of God's perfection. I sought after something that would be made, something that could be gotten as itself. Yet, God has always been giving potential, and it was my responsibility to work for it. All those years of praying seemed so meaningless. 

I had been praying for changes here in this school, for more passionate Christians, for excellent education, for loving doctors and for patients leaving fully healed. Yet, it had always been my responsibility to have worked for such heavenly states. 

I close this post my telling myself that it is my responsibility, for God has already given me all that I need. 

Kevin's Birthday

Happy birthday bro.
I hope you enjoy good life, 
find God in all aspects,
and live according to His words. 
Wherever you may be,
I will always pray for you. 

Precious Life

I think my biggest problem is that I do not find my life precious.
It's not to say that this dark feeling is constant, 
but emptiness runs deep within my soul, hopelessly searching for meaning.
The price of the cross, therefore, loses its magnificence and glory.
Maybe death seems too far away for it to compare upon the joy of life.
Or maybe I am too confident in God's promise for eternal life. 

Billy Elliot Quote

Mrs. Wilkinson: So, do we get the pleasure of your company next week?
Billy: It's just, I feel like a right sissy.
Mrs. Wilkinson: Well, don't act like one. 

- Billy Elliot, after having had lessons in ballet

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바람부는 날

하나님 안에서 시작한 연애를 좋게 끝맺었어도 힘든 것 중 하나는 가슴 뛰는 예배를 드렸을 때 버릇처럼 생각난다는 것이다. 이제야 두 달이 지났는데 미칠 듯이 그립거나 보고 싶진 않음에 하나님께 감사하다. 하지만 아직은 다른 누군가를 만나기엔 시간이 더 필요할 것 같다. 그녀에 대한 예의도 물론이요 스스로에게도 필요한 시간일 것 같기 때문이다. 아직은 좋은 찬양을 듣거나 책을 읽으면 스치는 생각으로 떠오르기 때문이다. 근황이 궁금한 것은 아마 꽤 오래 갈 것 같지만 그 때까지는 하나님만 찾으려한다. 함께했던 시간 가운데 하나님께서 알려주시기 원했던 것들이 무엇이었는지, 앞으로의 삶은 어디로 향해가는 것이 좋을지, 하나하나 듣고 싶다. 오늘자 한마디는 필요 이상으로 솔직했던 것 같다. 끝

Superman

We all superman, heroes underneath
Think about the countless nights you ran,
away from your terrors, hiding beneath
Cornered, in fear, you close your eyes
and that damned knife pierces the soul
Wasted you lie, a zombie, a slave
But if you turn, fight, shout out your tremors,
you'll quickly realize, one swift blow
will knock out all that stands in your path
So remember who you are, Superman inside
Just waiting to be awakened