It’s been half a year since I last wrote in this blog.
The first half of 2014 has been quite eventful. So much has happened in the past 6 months that I don’t think I’ve been able to properly digest the experiences. Recently, my head has been feeling heavy, as if there is a boulder where my brain is suppose to be. Sometimes, this boulder decides to rub itself along the walls of my skull, resulting…
One of my favorite scenes from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy is the finale of the Battle of Helms Deep (The Two Towers).
In this scene, the forces of good were cornered and about to be overcome by the orcs (Uruk-Hai for the fellow LOTR geeks out there). As the enemy were knocking down the gate, King Theoden has nearly given up on fighting: his voice sound defeated and there was nothing but discouraging words spewing from his mouth. But Aragorn remembered a promisefrom Gandalf:
“Look to my coming, first light of the 5th day. At dawn, look to the east.”
At Aragorn’s insistence, King Theoden agreed to ride out with the remainder of his men in a last ditch suicide run out the gate. Just when it seems like it’s all over, Gandalf and Eomer’s group of Rohirrim arrived at Helm’s Deep. In a glorious manner (bright lights :D), Gandalf and the relief forces descended upon the enemy and wiped away the orc siege at the 11th hour.
The 11th hour is a term used to describe at the last possible moment. The origin of this idiom comes from Matthew 20 when Jesus was telling the parable of the Vineyard Workers:
And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing. And he said to them, ‘Why do you stand here idle all day?’
I’ve been thinking a lot about the coming of Christ lately. Not just because it’s Advent Season, but also because I just want to be relieved from this overwhelming stress from Finals Period. As I cry out, waiting to be saved from my sufferings, I wonder about how the whole world back then must’ve been waiting for a Savior.
How long have they been waiting? Since Adam screwed up, there seemed very little hope for man being righteous before God. The ransom that was needed to free the world from sin was one that can only be paid with the blood of someone who lived perfect life. There were a few gems here and there, but even they were flawed and eventually passed away. The world was met with disappointments after disappointments. When the prophesied King came, there must’ve been rejoicing because there was finally hope, and not just a temporary fleeting hope. It was a hope that will not fade away with death, but through it become everlasting.
I don’t know what the 2nd coming is going to look like. Hopefully it would be something as (if not more than) epic as Gandalf on a white horse galloping down a giant hill. However, one thing I do know is that because of Christ’s sacrifice, my life has worth because I have a relationship with God,and that is my hope in the dark times.
It’s been a stressful and difficult couple of weeks as this semester comes to a close; the temptation to give up on struggling and surrender to despair was very strong. However, like Aragorn, I’m able to fight because I can count on a promise,
“Do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” - Joshua 1:9
I do not stand alone.No matter how bleak my situation gets, I know that my God is with me because He is faithful to His promises. I have confidence that He will deliver me from failure even if it’s at the 11th hour.
November is a really crappy month.
First, sunlight gets depleted. Time speeds up. Then Wintry weather comes without warning. On top of all of that, teachers decide to make a lot midterms and project deadlines around the end of the month. The amount of…
Many people rejoice about Daylight Savings Time. They celebrate because they get to sleep for one…
The recent onslaught of projects, essays, and midterms made me realize how much I missed Elementary School. Remember the good old days when we would get a scratch-n-sniff sticker if we got an A
My head is stilling spinning from retreat. Tonight, the Symphony Sanctuary transformed into a dance floor. I finally experienced full freedom in worship. My body was numb with joy before we played this last song.
The entire sanctuary drunk on the Spirit was a sight to see. The hearts of college students from different campuses around Boston were set on fire as we all jumped and shouted with joy to worship. Even P. Barry and P.Shan got their groove on!
Seeing our whole church dance is such a blessing. I’m so excited to see what God is going to do with all these college students with ignited hearts. Tonight was unforgettable, and I’m looking forward to more Holy Ghost Parties :D
This was so amusing!
One of my friends described Boston in a very interesting word recently: Transient.
There can be no better way to describe the transience of Boston than the events that transpired in Boston Commons 2 months ago from today. It was a deserted park in the morning when Boston issued a lockdown to capture the culprits of the Boston Marathon bombing. 12 hours later, the Commons became the finish line of a giant parade of patriotic college students. The air was filled with “Sweet Caroline" and U.S.A. chants as Bostonions celebrated the capture of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. The following morning, the cheers in the air were replaced by a white fog of marijuana. The festive atmosphere from the night before was lifted by exhaled breaths of elation from the citizens of Boston: some relieved that they got their city back and some that they can celebrate National Weed Day just in the nick of time.
As I’m going into my senior year in college, it made realize how fleeting my time here in Boston has been. I’m sure I’m not the only one, since Boston is a “College Town”, a lot people probably see Boston as a brief chapter in their life; a stepping stone before they enter the ‘real world’ and have an amazing job in NYC or Cali.
I used to hate Boston.I hated how the streets were like a maze that made me walk around in circles. I hated how the people seemed so obnoxious and cold. I hated how everything the city slept so early. And most of all, I HATED how the weather PMSed more than a teenage girl.
However, after going to school here for 3 years, the city started to grow on me. It took me a while, but I think I’m beginning to understand why Bostonions have so much pride in their city (even if it is a little obnoxious sometimes). There is a certain sense of family that all Bostonions share. It’s a family that will shout and sing together when the home team wins even when we are sober, it’s a family that picks each other up when we are down (even if we’re strangers), it’s a family that says, “If you f**k with one of us, you f**k with all of us.” And as a family, we take pride and ownership of our home. No one says it better than David “Big Papi” Ortiz,
“This is our F**king City”
Obama described Boston as a “tough and resilient town.” Unfortunately, one of the reasons why Boston is so tough is its uncanny ability to numb it self to pain and move on with life. Yes, no one can spend forever grieving the lost, but we shouldn’t forget about the good. I’ve seen what Boston is capable of, heck, the WHOLE WORLD has seen the compassion Bostonions are capable of from the aftermath of the bombings. Yet, sometimes I feel the wounds already dried and turned into another scab in Boston’s long history. Do we need more terrorist attacks to remind us to be compassionate?
Recently, I’ve been getting the feeling that something BIG is coming to Boston, something along the likes of a revolution.
A revolution of people going out of their way to help one another. A revolution of people caring for others not just out of pity, but with genuine sympathy. A revolution of Love.
Call me an idealist, but wouldn’t that be something amazing to witness? I mean, this wouldn’t be the first time a revolution will be started in Boston. And if something like this does happen, I would love to be a part of it.
For now, I can only dream that Boston will no longer be a transient city that shrugs off suffering, but rather an enduring model of compassion that keeps on loving through the pains of life.
I pray that “Pray for Boston" will not become an outdated hashtag, but rather a movement of revival for Boston to become a "City Upon a Hill": a model city that its founders intended it to be.
Boston Strong. Forever.