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Birthday: 3/1/1990
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Interests: i like people and music (making it more than anything else). but hunting Orcs is always nice too.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

SUMMER BREAK!!!! ...in four weeks...

So I was trying to study today (as I do almost every day -- the "try" part, I mean, but not necessarily to exclude the actual act of studying), but despite having set aside every tangible distraction and having isolated myself with my academic texts in a small, plain, rectangular study room accompanied by naught but a table and chairs, I found it absolutely impossible to focus. Though my outward eyes had nothing stimulating to turn to, my contemplative mind made up for their emptiness in a gazillion anxious thoughts about...

SUMMER BREAK!!!

Ah, it stands four weeks away from me. So close, yet so far. And I thought the end of high school would be the last time I would find myself considering such a paradox. What a lie.

With that, I recalled how I had dealt with this difficulty in past years. With the prospect of a temporary, three-month liberation close at hand, it had always been a motivating factor, driving me to push through the final weeks of academic torture with my greatest diligence and most expending effort, knowing that salvation and rest were near in coming.

Then I wondered if elderly Christians feel the same way.

As I do consider myself to be a disciple of Christ, I believe that this life here on earth is temporary and fleeting. I personally was at a time separated from my Maker who from the start I had natural reason to love, thank, and obey -- in essence, to worship. But I screwed it up. When my Maker told me not to lie, not to covet, not to lust, I decided I didn't care about what He told me to do. I wanted to do things my own way and forge my own destiny. And as the completely perfect and holy being who my Maker is, in His own perfect nature He could not tolerate coexistence with my iniquity, and the natural consequence of them was death. My death. My eternal death. I was dead. And there was nothing I could do about it.

But for no other reason than His stubborn, irrational love for me, He gave His own son's life for a nobody's life. For a slave's life. For a rebel's life. For my life. I don't know of any other masters who would give their lives for their runaway slaves. But now, through the gracious sacrifice of my Master, our relationship has been reconciled. He's shown me that He is more than just my Maker and my Master, but also my Hope, my Deliverer, my Friend, my King. He's my God. I daily rejoice that our relationship is assuredly unbreakable and that we will forever be in bliss together. He waits for me, His beloved slave, to enter eternity in His presence.

But not yet.

This "good news", the gospel message, about what God has done for me is not meant to be kept to myself. It needs to get out there. It needs to reach the ears of everyone out there who hasn't heard it yet. It needs to capture the attention of everyone's who distracted pursuing things that are passing away and that don't mean diddly squat in eternity.

And how's it supposed to get out there?

God chose me. And all His other useless slaves. No pressure.

And that's essentially the reason why I'm still here on earth. Yeah, that's it. That's it.

Now if only it happened that simply.

Not everyone is so ready to listen to what you have to say. And naturally, you can't really blame them. Really, who wants to admit to being a useless slave with an entire lifetime purposed to telling others that they're also useless slaves? It's much more attractive to think that you can create your own paradise with your own success accomplished by your own hard work done by your own two hands.

Too bad that's a lie.

But again, no one is going to swallow that because I said so. So if people won't listen to my words, I'll just have to show them through my actions. I'm going to set myself apart from what the rest of the world says is good. I'm not going to pursue respect or wealth or attention. I already have everything that matters from God. Then when I'm distinct from everyone else, they'll see me. I'm going to love the way that I've been loved: proactively, ungrudgingly, unceasingly. Then when I love them, they'll listen to me. Then when I share the gospel, the rest is between them and God. But most of all, I'll do all of that with great and exceeding joy (which, as opposed to happiness, is constant) in light of what God has already done for me.

Now if only it were that easy.

Despite being redeemed and reconciled with God, I'm still living in the exact same physical body and life that I was living before I was saved. I still have an innate desire to violate the basic principles that God gave me for my own good and do the very thing that started this whole mess in the first place. By His continued grace, He will forgive me again and again, over and over, but that doesn't make it acceptable. Sin grieves the heart of God and I am repulsed by it. And when I'm not, I'm even more repulsed that I would be so wicked as to take so much away from God, my Friend, and yet still tolerate the very thing He hates.

So I seek accountability. I ask other brothers who share this same frustration in their own relationships with God to encourage me, support me, and spur me to goodness while I do the same for them. But the reality is that they're human too and they can't be around me 24/7. As I daily rejoice in my relationship with God, I am also striving against the desires of my own flesh. This I will do for every day of my life on earth. Every. Stinkin'. Day. Of course, there are good days and bad days, good times and bad times. I'm blessed when someone who's been going to church for his whole life finally understands the gospel for the first time in college. I'm sorrowful when someone rejects the gospel and dies in a car accident the next day. But even though every day poses its unique challenges and even though life is hard, I know I'm not exerting myself for nothing and I know I won't be doing this forever. I'm always mindful of the bigger picture, the bigger goal, the bigger prize once I finally and sweetly die: eternal rest and holy communion with my Lover.

And that's why I wondered if elderly Christians feel the same way.

I hope that when I'm elderly, I will.


Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Currently
When People Are Big and God Is Small: Overcoming Peer Pressure, Codependency, and the Fear of Man (Resources for Changing Lives)
By Edward T. Welch
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So like most of my past summers (and maybe even more so now), I don't have any major plans for this upcoming summer: no summer school (because it's an oxymoron), no mission trips, and basically, lots of open time. Usually I procure a list of things I'd like to accomplish with my abundance of free time and succeed in accomplishing about 5-10% of it, which of course, on a straight grading scale qualifies as an epic fail. So here's my plea for someone to help me change that. If there's anyone else out there reading this that's finding themselves in a similar predicament to make the summer vacation looming just beyond the horizon the most productive one yet, I propose we be accountability partners! I don't have any specific demands about what exactly that might look like or entail, but something is surely better than nothing, so don't hesitate to click that "Add Comment" (or whatever it says) so we can keep each other accountability for a productive summer today!

 

...

 

All right, we'll see if this actually works... What!? I'm still typing!? Dope!

 


Monday, March 02, 2009

*lets out a giant sigh after reading all the happy birthday posts on my wall. wheww!!

I was basically MIA on Facebook this whole weekend until just now, and I come back to 99 notifications (it might actually have been more but FB just couldn't display more than two digits in that little notification-displayer thing). I had to hit the "Show More Wall Posts" button twice. I was so overly overwhelmed. I smiled. I laughed. But I didn't cry... because I'm not that manly. I realize that this is my first birthday with a Facebook (I didn't want to get one until I knew what college I was going so as to honor its original intended purpose to be used by college students) so this might just be an overreaction, but... too bad! But seriously, especially hearing from people that I haven't seen/talked to for a long time or even those that I never talked to that much at all was a huge treat. I genuinely wish I could write individual notes to each of you thanking you and catching up with you (and at the same time sleep tonight and not fall asleep in my Chem and Math lectures tomorrow morning), but unfortunately, this will have to suffice.

In the past few months I've gotten a new perspective on birthdays. Typically, I usually viewed birthdays to be a day when everyone appreciated the respective "birthday-ee", period. I still absolutely think that should be so, and you might even take a spiritual perspective on that (as I do) and more specifically appreciate how God has blessed that person and used her/him to bless others (like yourself). But what about from the angle of the birthday-ee? Mostly since growing into adolescence and dying to selfish ambitions of the flesh, I starting looking to the day of my birthday less and less as a 24-hour period to be on a public pedestal on a day that in reality is no different from the other 364 days in the year, and I started replying to "Happy birthday!" wishes more and more with barely mumbled variations of "Thanks..." that are more like groans. Is this making you depressed reading this? Yeah, it's making me depressed writing it. Ha!

Luckily, I was inspired to make this prospect of my birthday not about me at all, but, on the contrary, about EVERYONE ELSE who has been a blessing to me, who is being a blessing to me, and even who have yet to be a blessing to me. I have so much to be thankful for (we all do) and I never take enough time to reflect on it all and give credit (or glory) where credit is due. So I want to make my birthday one more opportunity to stop, be still, and be thankful. And you all just made that so easy by coming to me! So... THANK YOU UBERLY TO EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY whether it was in person, through a phone call (even if I missed it and haven't called you back yet... hehe), through a text, through Facebook, through Email, or through whatever else because there's so many ways to do it these days! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

I probably could've have said all of that in far less words, but you know I just wouldn't be the Martin Thurman Fong that you all love enough to wish a happy birthday if I had. :)


Monday, February 09, 2009

Tired, hungry, and needing to pee.

That's how I felt in my math lecture this morning. Ugh, Mondays.

 

My harmonies always sound better when it's just me and my iPod.

 

I hate my History of Science class...


Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Pet Peeves... and then some.

I can never remember my pet peeves when I need to (usually for random ice breaker games), so I'm going to write about a couple that I remember now in the hope that when I actually need to remember one or a few, I will. (Why the heck are they called pet peeves anyway? I remember the first time I heard that term... I was so confused to say the least.)

  1. Sitting in the back of a minivan while trying to have a conversation with someone in the front (or vice versa). Especially when you're moving on the freeway, you just can't hear half the things being said without shouting and straining to hear. Eventually, you just keep your responses shorter than you normally would because it's just more convenient that way and the conversation fades away. Boooo...
  2. Having too many open windows at one time (on your computer, not actual windows, haha). I always try to keep them to a minimum and close a window as soon as I'm done with it. Other people (who don't) constantly pile up their open windows every time they're on the computer until you can't even read on the bottom what each one is anymore, and it drives me crazy!

OK, that was technically a couple (2). So now, a few just random things about my life:

  1. Stuart visited me yesterday! It was super random. But super awesome!
  2. I've only been back home once so far this quarter.
  3. I am so procrasinating writing my midterm paper for my "Introduction of the History of Science" class right now because I HATE IT!
  4. I was going to write more things, but I can't remember them now.

Aiite, back to work now...

 



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