be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my rock and and my redeemer."
-Psalm 19:14
Am I... giving a sermon?
I think people tend to take some/many (and sometimes all) things for granted. For instance, we take speaking for granted... seriously, though it may be annoying listening to someone nag... to a boring lecture... or to someone voice their opinion (which may be contradictory to yours), your ability to speak is a gift. Think about all that your body amazingly has to do to make a word: air goes from the lungs through the vocal chords... which vibrate to create sounds... which is then articulated by your entire mouth to create sensible meaningful sounds (most of the time). And think of the thinking that goes behind those spoken words. But one thing that I realized that I started to take for granted was the person (and his words) preaching on Sundays... or at a conference (like I was at the past few days).
After Christmas, I attended the Grace Conference in Indiana... a conference that focuses on how short we fall of the glory of God yet how abundant God's grace is. This year, the speaker was from my home church! :D And all the messages he prepared (during the sessions as well as pre-devotional times) just showed how much he prepared (and how much he depended on God to speak through him). Along the same lines... the pastors at my "home church" in college do so much for the church AND prepare sermons for Sunday. ... ... and just thinking about that... it amazes me that they can do that.
Connecting to my experience in Taiwan, (last blog post... woot!) I had the opportunity to share my testimony/life story/ whatever I wanted to with a youth group while in Hsinchu. The youth pastor came up to me that morning (which was actually quite busy, since it was the end of a conference held at their church) and asked if I could say a little something about myself and to encourage them. I thought, "Oh gosh... me... a sophomore... giving these young people advice? encouragement? I feel so unworthy..." But still, I agreed. So I thought about it as much as I could during lunch, which I spent mostly talking to the different people there anyways :P... but by the time their Saturday night youth group meeting started, I was struggling to think of what to say... what I wanted to convey to them that was important to me... and how to say it. It was SOOOO stressful... especially since I basically had to say what I wanted to say... all in Chinese... merp.
I planned on saying so much... when I was semi-practicing, it was choppy but still relatively understandable. I wanted to talk about the stresses of academics relative to the Christian life, since after my sophomore year, I had really experienced the fruits of wholly trusting in God as a student (this is definitely not an easy thing). To talk about how difficult my 2nd semester sophomore year had been with all these super difficult theory and 400 level seminar classes. Throughout the course of the semester I gradually became more and more worried about my grades... and really believed that, at the rate I was going at, I would be receiving like 4 B's. At the finals period, I was writing so many papers and doing so many projects that I felt so overwhelmed. But while doing them, I really prayed that God would ultimately be glorified... even if I didn't get the grades I (or my parents) wanted. Leading up to the finals period (during that time where I felt like my GPA was going to plummet), I had already started to just fully give my grades/academics up to God. Not the kind of give where you just give up and let God take over... it was more of a give where I was holding onto this thing so tightly, but then I resigned it to the Lord, offering it up in faith- faith that He is still sovereign regardless of my grades. (Surprisingly, it's hard giving up your grades...because it's so seemingly connected to your future that you feel like you need to be in control and work as hard as you can... but it doesn't quite work like that.)
But yes... I was planning on talking about all of that in Chinese... and was freaking out. So after the youth pastor gave his mini-sermon, it was my turn. Gosh... you have no idea how nervous I was. The level of my Chinese dropped like multiple levels... I was barely speaking at a beginner's level. I kept messing up what I was saying... didn't know how to translate things I thought I could on the spot (since I typed the notes in English)... and jumbled things I was saying in the wrong order. And basically... at the end, they all thought that I couldn't speak Chinese well... it was quite embarrassing... I didn't even know if what I was saying had gotten across to them (talking with them afterwards, they were all surprised at my Chinese... since it was so bad when I was in front of everyone). I didn't know if my stuttering and inability to clearly communicate my message made them think that all American-born Chinese people were like that... or, even worse, if they thought that American Christians were like that. I felt like I had failed to encourage them... HOWEVER, one of the verses that I took from the Bible that really gave me peace was in Psalm 19 (above). It reminded me how in serving the Lord or living our daily lives, it is God who should be our center. Focusing on the Lord instead of trying to please man (myself included), God will provide the words to be spoken and will use you... despite the difficulties... mishaps... and unique circumstances presented.
And so... taking this verse into the new year (2013), may we pray that at every moment, our every utterance and thought and feeling and what not be pleasing to the Lord... and pray that each day at a time, we depend on Him as our immovable foundation.
PRAISE THE LORD TO FINISHING MY BLOG FROM THIS AWESOME 2012 SUMMER! AND PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE START TO 2013! GOD IS GOOD... ALL THE TIME. ALL THE TIME... GOD IS GOOD! :D (And now there will be imaginary fireworks going off.)
I think people tend to take some/many (and sometimes all) things for granted. For instance, we take speaking for granted... seriously, though it may be annoying listening to someone nag... to a boring lecture... or to someone voice their opinion (which may be contradictory to yours), your ability to speak is a gift. Think about all that your body amazingly has to do to make a word: air goes from the lungs through the vocal chords... which vibrate to create sounds... which is then articulated by your entire mouth to create sensible meaningful sounds (most of the time). And think of the thinking that goes behind those spoken words. But one thing that I realized that I started to take for granted was the person (and his words) preaching on Sundays... or at a conference (like I was at the past few days).
After Christmas, I attended the Grace Conference in Indiana... a conference that focuses on how short we fall of the glory of God yet how abundant God's grace is. This year, the speaker was from my home church! :D And all the messages he prepared (during the sessions as well as pre-devotional times) just showed how much he prepared (and how much he depended on God to speak through him). Along the same lines... the pastors at my "home church" in college do so much for the church AND prepare sermons for Sunday. ... ... and just thinking about that... it amazes me that they can do that.
Connecting to my experience in Taiwan, (last blog post... woot!) I had the opportunity to share my testimony/life story/ whatever I wanted to with a youth group while in Hsinchu. The youth pastor came up to me that morning (which was actually quite busy, since it was the end of a conference held at their church) and asked if I could say a little something about myself and to encourage them. I thought, "Oh gosh... me... a sophomore... giving these young people advice? encouragement? I feel so unworthy..." But still, I agreed. So I thought about it as much as I could during lunch, which I spent mostly talking to the different people there anyways :P... but by the time their Saturday night youth group meeting started, I was struggling to think of what to say... what I wanted to convey to them that was important to me... and how to say it. It was SOOOO stressful... especially since I basically had to say what I wanted to say... all in Chinese... merp.
I planned on saying so much... when I was semi-practicing, it was choppy but still relatively understandable. I wanted to talk about the stresses of academics relative to the Christian life, since after my sophomore year, I had really experienced the fruits of wholly trusting in God as a student (this is definitely not an easy thing). To talk about how difficult my 2nd semester sophomore year had been with all these super difficult theory and 400 level seminar classes. Throughout the course of the semester I gradually became more and more worried about my grades... and really believed that, at the rate I was going at, I would be receiving like 4 B's. At the finals period, I was writing so many papers and doing so many projects that I felt so overwhelmed. But while doing them, I really prayed that God would ultimately be glorified... even if I didn't get the grades I (or my parents) wanted. Leading up to the finals period (during that time where I felt like my GPA was going to plummet), I had already started to just fully give my grades/academics up to God. Not the kind of give where you just give up and let God take over... it was more of a give where I was holding onto this thing so tightly, but then I resigned it to the Lord, offering it up in faith- faith that He is still sovereign regardless of my grades. (Surprisingly, it's hard giving up your grades...because it's so seemingly connected to your future that you feel like you need to be in control and work as hard as you can... but it doesn't quite work like that.)
But yes... I was planning on talking about all of that in Chinese... and was freaking out. So after the youth pastor gave his mini-sermon, it was my turn. Gosh... you have no idea how nervous I was. The level of my Chinese dropped like multiple levels... I was barely speaking at a beginner's level. I kept messing up what I was saying... didn't know how to translate things I thought I could on the spot (since I typed the notes in English)... and jumbled things I was saying in the wrong order. And basically... at the end, they all thought that I couldn't speak Chinese well... it was quite embarrassing... I didn't even know if what I was saying had gotten across to them (talking with them afterwards, they were all surprised at my Chinese... since it was so bad when I was in front of everyone). I didn't know if my stuttering and inability to clearly communicate my message made them think that all American-born Chinese people were like that... or, even worse, if they thought that American Christians were like that. I felt like I had failed to encourage them... HOWEVER, one of the verses that I took from the Bible that really gave me peace was in Psalm 19 (above). It reminded me how in serving the Lord or living our daily lives, it is God who should be our center. Focusing on the Lord instead of trying to please man (myself included), God will provide the words to be spoken and will use you... despite the difficulties... mishaps... and unique circumstances presented.
And so... taking this verse into the new year (2013), may we pray that at every moment, our every utterance and thought and feeling and what not be pleasing to the Lord... and pray that each day at a time, we depend on Him as our immovable foundation.
PRAISE THE LORD TO FINISHING MY BLOG FROM THIS AWESOME 2012 SUMMER! AND PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE START TO 2013! GOD IS GOOD... ALL THE TIME. ALL THE TIME... GOD IS GOOD! :D (And now there will be imaginary fireworks going off.)








