9.1.18
Iron Sharpened by Him
It has now been a year and a half since I started living downtown with a friend of mine. At the time that I moved in, honestly, I didn't really know him too well. All I knew is that he was aware of the burdens I was bearing, he acknowledged that it kinda made him uneasy, but that he was willing to live together and be there if needed. I made a conscious choice that I would love him as a brother and be there in any way he needed me to be there for him.
I learned that I am definitely not an introvert at the core, although in many other ways we were very similar. I wanted to be able to relate better and use secular things as a way of connecting. I think in general this is a good way of getting to know friends better, learning what they like and being willing to appreciate it to some extent. I also shared some of the things from my childhood, like Maple Story cards. :P But there's only so many ways to build decks when I only have like 100 cards.
Early on it became apparent that he was having difficulty in various ways in trusting God in his life. And I was really in no position to tell him what to do. I also reeeeeally hate confrontation, so I didn't want to do anything that would force him away or make him hate me. I had kinda felt like he was keeping his distance because of my struggles, which was fine. It just felt very lonely and kinda enhanced the feeling of monstrosity I often feel towards myself.
As time went on though, I was and am very glad that we have become better friends and brothers. I feel like we both kinda tend to hold a lot back until it kinda just explodes and overflows. The problem being that he generally dislikes my asking if something is wrong, and I generally lean towards thinking things are wrong when they aren't. :P
Sometimes there were difficulties and we were there for each other. Sometimes there was nothing I could do, but pray. And God would do so much more than I could ask! Why I don't ask of Him more is unfortunate.
I am frequently encouraged by how he handles the problems around him. Even when he personally doesn't want to do something, his spirit is provoked by God, he acknowledges what God is saying to him, and he wrestles with it. I am honestly jealous of how intimate the conversations with God sound.
Most recently he's been reading biographies of missionaries. (I think I got him back into reading, influenced also by his long bus rides to work, but our pastor gave him the first of these recent books). And it just makes me really happy to see him struggle with their passion and willingness to sacrifice in service to God and others. It makes me so happy to see him desire to emulate that. It makes me so so happy that we can encourage each other and hold each other accountable and push each other forward to what God is calling us to.
Over the past year there are so many things I have tried to do to help him know God better, but I feel like the most effective things have always been what God did apart from my workings. I eagerly await the day when all sin and temptation fades away from both of us and we can stand shoulder to shoulder working for God's glory here and in other nations proclaiming His goodness in our lives and His faithfulness to fulfill all He has promised in this world.
Even if I never know the impact I actually have had on him, I'm just glad to have a brother who encourages me and is ready to call out sin in my life.
May we continue to grow in Him. May His kingdom come. May we be sent out. May love abound. May our hearts glorify God first and foremost.
Amen
PS. May I just say patience in love is very rewarding. ;P
PPS. I'm so tempted to just turn our friendship into intentional discipleship, but that hasn't worked so many times. But patiently living life trying to serve God and loving him and others seems to work. This is irritating to my desire to be the one who gets results, but yes, very rewarding in the long run, and MUCH more glorifying to God. :P
5.1.18
Feeling Freedom
It's been a while. Quite a while. :P But I'm finally free. I handed in my Masters' thesis for examination three days ago and my defense is scheduled for next week. The weeks and months of agonizing work reading journal articles and writing 300 pages and editing down to 200 pages, it's all essentially over. These last few days have been so great. Being able to think and not have this giant looming threat of failure hanging over me. The funniest thing though is how God really humbled me through this.
See, I reaaaaaally didn't want to sit down and write it. I'd do almost anything else to avoid doing it and it got to the point where I was actually running out of time. (For some reason I had been scheduling to finish ahead of the actual due date, so there was flexibility, but yaaaa.) So here I am like 3 days before it's due, knowing exactly how much I need to do and just being like "naaaaah, let's sleep in a bit more. ... 7:21. fineeeeee. I guess I have to wake up and start." And so I went to get up and get ready for the day and as I was standing in the bathroom I started feeling faint. So I sat down on the bathtub.
...
*opens eyes* "what's this white thing? where am I?" *sits up* I had fainted and was lying on the ground with my head facing the toilet. =O So, I go to lie in my bed. 7:23. This had only happened once before (exactly the same way) way back in 3rd or 4th year, so I know it's nothing serious. Lying down I realize my knee hurts. I can't extend my left leg and walking on it is painful. Sooooooo I hop over to my laptop to start working. I figure, "well, if it stops hurting we're all good. It had better not be broken. I have a defense in a couple weeks and work in a few days." A couple hours later and it still hurts. So I'm like "fine. I guess I'll go to the hospital just to be sure. Like, if I don't get this moving, my knee will like solidify over and I'll never get to use it again. Either I go now or after I hand in this thesis. And by then it could be too late." My roommate isn't here. My friend who lives the closest is out of town for another day. It's not an emergency.
So I check the bus schedule. The bus a couple blocks down actually goes right to the hospital. I just need to leave enough time to hop down the hall to the elevator, and slowly hop without slipping and dying to the bus stop, take the bus, then hop to the hospital. Got all my stuff. Let's go.
Hopping that entire hallway was exhausting. So when I get downstairs I call a cab. :P He was super nice. The doctors were super nice. Was there for like 2? 3 hours? Read a book. They said it was probably just a muscle thing and I'd be fine in a day or too, Cool. So I got a pair of crutches and walked to the bus. :P It only really hurt when it was extended or had weight on it.
Back at home time to work. :P
Oh, did I mention my glasses had fallen apart that week too? So, here I am with like a meter of clear vision and the inability to walk, essentially forced to tackle my thesis, praying that my leg heals quickly so I can work this coming week. New Years comes and I'm just at home working on my thesis all night. So I take a break before midnight. It'd been the first time in 7 years that I hadn't been at a Christian conference singing and praying in the year. I do my annual reflection and prayer and crying session, reminding myself of His faithfulness and goodness and the hope I have in Him, before getting back to work.
So, working as normal, drinking lots of water, I take leg stretching breaks every time after I go the washroom. I'm regaining some extension, but it still hurts and I can't really walk properly, So I just take a break and pray kneeling on my bed to help stretch it further. And afterward, with really no sudden thing, it feels back to normal. Praise God. :P And better than that, I think my relationship with God was much better too. It's funny, but it all worked out (aside from my parents being overly concerned about me, and me not bathing for a couple days. ;P) and I'm thankful that God does things like this in my life. I'm praying the defense goes well and that this year is all for His glory and my joy in Him.
D.Fa
12.2.17
Faith in Our Reward?
I've probably been playing too many games lately, be it on my phone, or computer, or 3DS, or otherwise, or watching too many videos, or doing too much work (;P?) and so my eyes are getting pretty tired of screens pretty quickly. I never read books, but I don't want to wash the dishes, so why not?
So I picked up a book I started reading a year or so ago. It's all about discipleship and various things that you'll probably end up talking about as you mentor someone. This one chapter focused on various foundational things that we need to have faith in as we grow to trust God more. One section that stood out to me was about having faith in our reward.
The author tells a story about a trip to the Great Wall of China. While there he saw a worker slowly and passively picking up trash and workers at the various concession stands energetically and actively pursuing customers. Clearly there is a difference here. The one will always be paid the same, the other will make more profit if they sell more at a higher value. From this the author draws analogy to how we often see our eternity unchanging regardless of what we do after we've been saved, noting that "the doctrine of eternal security ... was never meant to negate the teaching of rewards". That we are called to exercise faith in future rewards, that our faithfulness and obedience will be rewarded.
Now this is definitely something I haven't studied much. But it is also definitely undeniable that there are many verses speaking about future rewards. Whether it be laying up treasures in heaven (Matthew 6:19-21); persevering trials and receiving a crown on life (James 1:12); overcoming and receiving various blessings (Revelation 2-3); or parables of being faithful with little and being trusted with more (Matthew 24:46-47; 25:14-30). And I'm sure there's much more.
But I think I do end up thinking that what I do now won't really make a difference. As much as I think it's wrong to focus too much on potential future rewards, it is definitely something I should probably learn more about. Still though, having the eyes to see the blessings for us and others both now and in the future as we live out lives of obedience, surrender, and faith; I think that is something I need more of while realizing that the biggest reward of all is available now and forever: to delight and be truly satisfied in knowing God and the grace He has given through Jesus and the intimacy of knowing He is with us always.
May my eyes be fixed firmly on Him and may I delight in Him more and more whether through joys or trials.
D.Fa
8.2.17
Higher Ways
so today was a lazy day like many others recently. My lab meeting was cancelled, so I was planning to wake up early and go do a bunch of experiments. Instead I ended up sleeping in pretty late and only doing a bit of writing work at home while also cutting my hair and cleaning up some stuff and playing some games. Wednesdays have become my P2C days since I'm usually there for lab meeting anyways. So I went to school for prayer meeting at 5:30. (Ended up catching a Chansey in Pokemon GO even though I thought I never would.)
But the really awesome thing happened at prayer meeting. We were praying through Psalm 31 where David is calling to God to be his refuge and talks about how God cares for the humble, but not so much for the proud. The prayer leader asked us to think about times God had humbled us. I thought of a few things, but the one that stood out to me was a time almost 6 years ago when I was in East Asia.
It was a normal day about 3/4 of the way through our time there on a missions trip. We were at the stage of having deeper conversations with friends and really sharing the gospel with our friends and inviting them to consider what it meant in their lives. I don't remember exactly, but I'm pretty sure at least once on this particular day our friends had not ended up meeting with us even though they had said they would. This time in particular it was like 2 hours later and they still hadn't messaged us or anything. So I was feeling really frustrated at how all of my planning had failed. But the only thing that came to mind was a hymn. I think it was Be Thou my Vision, or maybe Come thou Fount. Either way it was surprising to me. Why would I be singing in a time like this?
Later that afternoon we met up with the rest of the Canadians and we found out that this one guy had shared the gospel and like 3 of them came to know Jesus as their saviour! The chestnut gang or something was their name? I was feeling really unhappy. Why should all of his friends accept Jesus and I can't even meet up with my friends. And I really struggled through what it meant to have the joy of salvation. In the end I learned of how God's plans are really higher than mine and that when my plans fail His are always at work, but it wasn't until today that I kinda figured out why a song had come to me. When sinners repent and turn to Jesus all heaven rejoices! The angels in heaven were singing and that overflowed into me? I think that's pretty crazy that kinda out of nowhere I'd have a song of praise while at the same moment men and women were turning to Jesus. Crazy.
It's crazy to think that things like that when we have no idea why things are happening God will eventually help us see what He was doing and why He did it that way. I still don't know why I didn't get to meet up with my friends, but humbling praise while He works is kinda awesome anyways. If only I thought this way more often.
God is great and His ways are higher. May His praises always be on our lips.
D.Fa
23.1.17
1 John 1:9 - Guilt and Shame
something that I've been thinking a bunch about lately, as mentioned previously, is the concept of shame and it's really shedding a lot of light on things that I had just not even noticed before. One of the places that I think this has made a huge difference is in regards to the Bible where the concept of guilt and shame are often mentioned.
Previously I hadn't really understood them and thought they were essentially the same thing. They are definitely similar, but shame is so much deeper. Guilt is a feeling that you did something wrong and leads to reconciliation, trying harder to not do it again, and similar positive results. Shame is a feeling that you are bad and leads to isolation, despair, hopelessness, apathy, and the like. Shame makes you see yourself as less and not being worth trying.
And so, as I learned about shame, whether consciously or not, I couldn't really get a hold of it because it didn't seem Biblical. Where did the Bible ever talk about shame or overcoming shame?
And I think this really stemmed from an ignorance. I wasn't seeing it because I didn't know it was there. And now, I see it in places I'd never even imagined it being. Places so simple and yet so profound.
A verse that I'd heard over and over again and told others over and over again has now become so much more. 1 John 1:9 says "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." And I had always read that as simply forgiveness and grace for the things we had done, God's justice, His mercy, His grace and love; the legal requirement paid on the cross as Jesus died on our behalf. Us clothed in His perfection, covering our sin, covering our badness. The cleansing just being of the sin, that it was behind us. The idea that we may struggle with feeling as though, as a result of our sin or not, that we were bad, that we were unrighteous, that there was nothing that could cure that; that idea hadn't crossed my mind. But God is greater than our guilt and the requirement of death for sinners (paid through the cross to bring us life), and He is greater than our shame and feelings of worthlessness (as we trsut in Him He makes us new, He cleanses us from alllllllllllllllllll unrighteousness!)!
He is faithful and just. We are forgiven and made new in Him. Amen.
I am forgiven. I am made new.
D.Fa
2.1.17
Guilty Worship
A while back I asked myself a question which I thought was really troubling and caused guilt even though the source was what seemed to cause so much pure joy in my life. So I was very conflicted.
"Why does it seem that I value the word of man over the Word of God? Why, when I am feeling down, or even often in general, do I turn more often to Hillsong than to the Bible?"
And this came out of a place where some of the moments that I felt best about life and my present situations would be in listening to one song over and over again. Whether it was at work, or at home, or on a bus. It seemed that I was most full of joy when deeply reflecting on the word's of my favourite contemporary Christian artists. Why not in reflection of God's word? Why not in prayer? Why was this it?
This week at a Christian conference I had a realization of the reason that this is, and how it is a good thing and not bad. Which, let me tell you, makes me feel so much better about those situations and about myself.
The conference was held by Power to Change - Students and it was the 5th I had attended. There were so many great sessions and workshops that spoke truth into a variety of situations from God's judgement to time management and everything in between.
What was very different than in many other years was that there was an emphasis on overcoming shame. I will end up talking about this later in relation to my life, but for now, I will give a brief overview. Guilt and shame are different. Guilt makes you want to do better because you see that you did something that wasn't good. Shame makes you want to do less because you feel you are bad. the speaker went over briefly how to combat shame in recognizing it, regulating it, revealing it, and reality checking it. Largely seeing that it's there, in the moment stopping and reminding yourself of the truth of who you are in Christ, and bringing others along to help you and others.
Again, I will get more into this, but I have come to acknowledge that I do struggle with a lot of shame in my life. When I read the Bible the truth there is encouraging, but I often read it so quickly that it doesn't have time to sink in. Songs written by Christian artists take that truth, whether a lot of it in hymns, or smaller chunks in other songs, and really go into that. They put it to music. They sing it in the chorus again and again. And my own listening to it again and again; singing it; ending up memorizing it; singing out gladly to the God who has done this in worship; reminding myself continually of who I am because of Jesus; this allows the truth to sink in so much more deeply than it can when I don't give the Bible the time it deserves, when I don't put aside the time to just speak with God and enjoy Him. even while multitasking I can reflect on the truth of the gospel and let it sink in.
My favourite songs are often slower tempo and acoustic. And they reflect on the truth that Jesus died so that I could live, that no matter what I am His and He is mine, that in resurrection Jesus reigns supreme, that He is faithful to bring to completion all the things that He has started, that sin and death are destroyed and I don't need to worry about them; things like that. Listening, literally hundreds of times to a single song like this really allows the truth to wash over me and renew the hope I have in the gospel and the mighty God who has done it.
I'm not saying that I shouldn't try to really worship God better through my times in the Bible or prayer. I definitely need to work on those. However, I am so relieved that listening to or singing Christian songs and feeling great because of it isn't a bad thing due to idolatry or anything, but that it is a way I can renew my mind and worship God.
=]
May He be praised and may I become more like Him each day in obedience and surrender to the One who is truly good and loving. May my hope be renewed each day as I learn more deeply of the great love that overcomes my shame and the wrath that was rightly mine through the cross.
Amen
31.8.16
Culture Shock in My Own City
I find it really odd to say, but I think I am currently experiencing the beginning of culture shock.
A couple days ago I moved into a new condo and it's really different from everywhere else I've ever lived. Just yesterday I was walking to the bus to go to work and in the span of like 15 minutes I was approached five times for spare change. There are people everywhere ranging from homeless to businessmen suited up and ready to conquer the world. Small businesses. Historic locations. Rainbow flags. Rainbow crosswalk. Starbucks down the street. LCBO downstairs. Walking home at night, drunk people and open bars. People at night.
I don't think I'm really that close to downtown, but I am faced with the reality that I do live downtown and everything is different now.
I need to figure out how to build relationships here. I need to figure out how to show people love on the streets whether I have change or not and use those brief conversations to share eternal truth and hope. I need to figure out how to feel comfortable in a place that is so foreign to me and, in many ways, believes a worldview that is different, if not opposed to how I see the world and myself.
Moving to Asia or Africa was less of a shock.
I understood that I'd be paying a much higher rent than I had previously. I understood that my life would be different. I understood my condo was beautifully clean and modern. I understood the transit. I understood. But I was not prepared for this.
I pray that God would help me to really grow in my faith while in this place. That I can meaningfully impact the lives of my housemate, neighbours, community, and those I interact with regularly. I pray that I would be building solid foundations of spiritual habits.
D.Fa
26.7.16
Japan 2016 Entry 4
Yo yo swageroo,
Today was pretty sweet. Traditional breakfast at Pastor's house. Children's English class day 2. Lunch. Beginner adult English class. A bit of worship. Visiting a wycliffe missionary for dinner.
I know I've said it before, but yo. We are so blessed here. Literally everyone is pouring out love on us and it makes it so much easier to love others.
The morning English class was a little bit less well planned out than yesterday's, so it felt like it was kinda lame, but it sounded like the students enjoyed it still, which is great. We have 7 great girls (and one of the girls really likes pokemon go. ;P) and I'm so blessed to know them. Today NP shared her testimony and it seemed like they were paying much more attention during chapel time than yesterday.
The afternoon class was with all new students, so we didn't know what to prepare for. Our class was 7 great men and women! They were so enthusiastic to try and speak English and were asking great questions and as such we only actually ended up getting through half of the material we had planned. ;P At one point one of the guys (instead of practicing the english we were supposed to) just asked AL about how she became a Christian. And later when she actually shared a testimony another guy who isn't yet a Christian was all like "Ya. What she said is actually in the bible". He had checked. ;D So happy to be their teacher. Haha
Had a few minutes between class and dinner, and I'd been feeling kinda accused and guilty, so I ended up praying a bit and grabbed the guitar in the chapel and played. Good times. God is good.
Dinner was taco rice. Amazing concept. Rice, chilli, other toppings, in a bowl. Legit. But the best part was hearing how MN had discerned to become a missionary with wycliffe to Papua New Guinea. It was a long process of fear and then taking steps to pursue God's calling to missions. She also ended up sharing part of how she had come to know Jesus. Q . Q one time her friend had invited her to a Christian run English camp not expecting that she'd believe. She went because she wanted to know English better and ended up asking for God to be in her life. The effects of an English camp was salvation for her and likely for thousands more through the work of translating the bible into one of the about 800 languages in Papua New Guinea. Wow yo. Completely changes how you see this week on English camp here in Japan. God can do such crazy amazing things.
Her testimony also really resonated with the team. She shared how at one point she was reading Isaiah 27 or 28 while discerning her call and it was about a farmer who tills the field, then sows, working hard to bring in a crop or something. How can I expect fruit if all I do is till? We need to take the steps towards the goal.
And for me it resonates too, but more that that is what I'm trying to do. Being here this week is a step for me. I actually feel super at home here. I haven't done too much exploring yet, we'll do a bit of that tomorrow, but man. I think I could see myself living and working in Japan. I love so much about everything here and doing ministry with a church. MN's testimony also included to a degree how she was fully funded by this church (and she was there for 14 years!). And now we see her serving faithfully and working with the church while also inspiring others of missions and bible translation. A beautiful partnership of church and parachurch organizations. < 3
But yo. So good. Swagerooster. Ttyl
D.Fa
25.7.16
Japan 2016 Entry 3
Well, it seems yesterday's post couldn't publish because I tried to attach photos... haha. So you'll get it when you get it. ;P
Today was crazy. It was our first day of class with the kids so I did some extra lesson plan prep before breakfast and so had NP. =D We conferred and got all our stuff from LS. We all prayed together in a big group and went off to class. Our 7 girls are all so sweet and well behaved and energetic. < 3 We were learning activities, ordinal numbers, and months today and will review a bunch of that tomorrow. A spoon relay was a hit of a game to help demonstrate 1st 2nd 3rd.
Bento lunches were great! Did some lesson planning for the beginner adult class tomorrow with AL. It should be a fun class.
Then we went to a mall for some shopping, buying some food, and dinner.
I'm pretty tired now. Haha Time flies yo.
Ttyl
D.Fa.
23.7.16
Japan 2016 Entry 1
Yo,
So I'm in Japan now. Me and four other young adults from my church back in Ottawa are here in Soka (North of Tokyo) for 12 days teaching English, sharing testimonies of God's work of salvation in our lives, and serving with our brothers and sisters here. I still feel like I'm dreaming, like this is all fake and I'll just wake up all of a sudden.
I had written a page in a physical journal, but I think it'll be easier if I just write it here. The church has provided us with WiFi, so I might as well use it to make blogging easier. ;P
I'm actually astounded with how much I can understand, and how I'm actually so much more confident to speak Japanese than I am to even speak French. I really enjoy being praised by everyone here for my Japanese skills, but at the same time it is very tiring to speak another language. Previously when I had gone somewhere that most people spoke French better than English I tried to speak French more. After a few weeks I grew tired of the extra effort and stopped trying. I kinda feel like that is already starting to set in... but it's only been a couple days.
We got to meet LS yesterday. She is a missionary who has been here for a while. She has prepared great lesson plans for us and knows the children since she is the one normally teaching English here. She's pretty funny and very friendly.
The team is good. We apparently all really like milk tea. ;P In free time a few of us have been playing Pokemon (including LS haha).
Although things are good, I feel scared. The thought of giving into sin and temptation is looming and I hate the thought. I am scared of not giving ministry my all. I am scared of not making the most of this time and opportunities. I pray that God would be giving me comfort and peace in Him. That I would be assured of His great might and power at work in me and in this place.
Also Pastor's 2.5 year old daughter is super cute. =P
Ttyl.
D.Fa