Thursday, March 31, 2005
ONE MORE THOUGHT ON EASTER
One thing Jesse said during Easter Sunday service that really struck me was:
One thing Jesse said during Easter Sunday service that really struck me was:
Good Friday is good because Sunday is here.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
MY THOUGHTS ON LIFE AND DEATH
With the debate over the fate of Terri Schiavo in the news for the past week, I've been thinking a lot about life and death. I think there is no right or wrong answer, even for evangelical Christians, for such a complicated matter. But here are my two cents:
I believe abortion is wrong unless it affects the health of the mother or child. To me, that's killing.
I believe great things can happen as a result of stem-cell research. But it must be firmly regulated to only used existing embryos that were fostered but never used for such things like in-vitro fertilization. No new embryos should be created just for the research, even if that severely limits the number of stem-cells that can be used. Why create a live just to do research to potentially save a life?
And finally, for end-of-life cases, I agree in erring on the side of life in general. However, after working in health care for nearly 10 years now, there is also a line that must be drawn. If somebody has little chance of survival or is brain-damaged beyond repair or cannot breathe without the assistance of a ventilator, what kind of life is that? But, if circumstances are different, such as in the case of Terri Schiavo, where she may be brain-damaged, but sleeps in regular cycles and is able to breath on her own, the line is more difficult to draw.
Schiavo's husband just seems fishy to me, although I also believe that her parents are mistaken and she will not get any better with therapy because she has been in this state for too long. But it seems like pulling her feeding tube when she can still sleep at night and breathe on her own is murder. But this is just one man's opinion.
With the debate over the fate of Terri Schiavo in the news for the past week, I've been thinking a lot about life and death. I think there is no right or wrong answer, even for evangelical Christians, for such a complicated matter. But here are my two cents:
I believe abortion is wrong unless it affects the health of the mother or child. To me, that's killing.
I believe great things can happen as a result of stem-cell research. But it must be firmly regulated to only used existing embryos that were fostered but never used for such things like in-vitro fertilization. No new embryos should be created just for the research, even if that severely limits the number of stem-cells that can be used. Why create a live just to do research to potentially save a life?
And finally, for end-of-life cases, I agree in erring on the side of life in general. However, after working in health care for nearly 10 years now, there is also a line that must be drawn. If somebody has little chance of survival or is brain-damaged beyond repair or cannot breathe without the assistance of a ventilator, what kind of life is that? But, if circumstances are different, such as in the case of Terri Schiavo, where she may be brain-damaged, but sleeps in regular cycles and is able to breath on her own, the line is more difficult to draw.
Schiavo's husband just seems fishy to me, although I also believe that her parents are mistaken and she will not get any better with therapy because she has been in this state for too long. But it seems like pulling her feeding tube when she can still sleep at night and breathe on her own is murder. But this is just one man's opinion.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
HE IS RISEN
My two cents on Easter:
(1) I really enjoy Sunrise Service, but we haven't had one in over 10 years. And instead, we actually meet later on Easter Sunday than our usual 10:15 start time.
(2) We woke up and sang:
My two cents on Easter:
(1) I really enjoy Sunrise Service, but we haven't had one in over 10 years. And instead, we actually meet later on Easter Sunday than our usual 10:15 start time.
(2) We woke up and sang:
He is Lord
He is Lord
He is Risen from the dead
And He is Lord
Every knee shall bow
Every tongue confess
That Jesus Christ is Lord.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
PEEPS SHOW
I love Easter, but I hate Peeps. I grew up with a sister who loved Peeps (but I think she only minimally enjoys them now because too many people got them for her over the years). And now, I live with a wife who loves them too (we just bought a box at Target for 75 cents, and I thought THAT was too expensive for what we were getting.)
But now, I hear about this website that devotes precious cyberspace to these odd, edible creatures. Check it out if you want to know some useless facts. Or, if you're really looking to get impressed (although it might be a tad bit sacrilegious), you can check out the Peeps shrine this artist made.
Crazy, I tell you, crazy.
I love Easter, but I hate Peeps. I grew up with a sister who loved Peeps (but I think she only minimally enjoys them now because too many people got them for her over the years). And now, I live with a wife who loves them too (we just bought a box at Target for 75 cents, and I thought THAT was too expensive for what we were getting.)
But now, I hear about this website that devotes precious cyberspace to these odd, edible creatures. Check it out if you want to know some useless facts. Or, if you're really looking to get impressed (although it might be a tad bit sacrilegious), you can check out the Peeps shrine this artist made.
Crazy, I tell you, crazy.
Friday, March 25, 2005
GOOD FRIDAY
Over the years, I've been told to wear dark colors or black for Good Friday and Good Friday service. It's a somber time to recall the crucifixation and the great price Christ paid on our behalf. And as true a statement as that is, I can't help but feel excitement because I know what's going to happen: He's going to rebuild the temple, as promised, in three days. It's as if I know a little secret and can't wait until Sunday.
Hmmm ... maybe it shouldn't be such a little secret.
Over the years, I've been told to wear dark colors or black for Good Friday and Good Friday service. It's a somber time to recall the crucifixation and the great price Christ paid on our behalf. And as true a statement as that is, I can't help but feel excitement because I know what's going to happen: He's going to rebuild the temple, as promised, in three days. It's as if I know a little secret and can't wait until Sunday.
Hmmm ... maybe it shouldn't be such a little secret.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
THE WAI
Tuesday night was spent with Simon and Suzanne, who were kind enough to drive out in the pouring rain to visit us.
We started out having a great time watching the video of my 7th birthday party. People I've known virtually my whole life including Michael, Simon, and Darian attended. One of my favorite parts of that video includes everybody standing in line to hit the pinata except for Simon, who is sitting completely on the other side of the backyard eating a huge corn on the cob. See, Simon was focused even then!
Afterward, with some NBA games in the background and some popcorn to much on, we discussed some heavy topics including our passions, the future of CEFC, and our next step in ministry. I have to say that we are again in transition and potentially looking to end some areas of ministry and begin (or start up) new ones.
Finally, the evening ended with dinner at Mimi's Cafe, one of Karena's favorite places. On this night, our waitor resembled Jeff Ho, nearly completing our evening of flashbacks into the CEFC circa 1986. All we needed were Reuel (known as Rule in those days) and Enoch.
Tuesday night was spent with Simon and Suzanne, who were kind enough to drive out in the pouring rain to visit us.
We started out having a great time watching the video of my 7th birthday party. People I've known virtually my whole life including Michael, Simon, and Darian attended. One of my favorite parts of that video includes everybody standing in line to hit the pinata except for Simon, who is sitting completely on the other side of the backyard eating a huge corn on the cob. See, Simon was focused even then!
Afterward, with some NBA games in the background and some popcorn to much on, we discussed some heavy topics including our passions, the future of CEFC, and our next step in ministry. I have to say that we are again in transition and potentially looking to end some areas of ministry and begin (or start up) new ones.
Finally, the evening ended with dinner at Mimi's Cafe, one of Karena's favorite places. On this night, our waitor resembled Jeff Ho, nearly completing our evening of flashbacks into the CEFC circa 1986. All we needed were Reuel (known as Rule in those days) and Enoch.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
WHEN GRACE ARRIVES UNANNOUNCED
Ever since I first heard about Ashley Smith's amazing hostage-situation-turned-spiritual-conversation with fugitive and rapist Brian Nichols, I can't seem to escape it. It's been mentioned on the radio, in the news, and even in Pastor Rich's sermon this past Sunday. And when I opened up this week's Time magazine, I read an essay about the encounter that mentioned the part that struck me first: God used a the life struggles of a flawed woman to reach out to this criminal. To me, that's mercy and grace right there.
I've tried to condense the essay below (sorry it's not that short).
She went out for cigarettes.
That's my favorite detail of the story told by Ashley Smith. It was not an noble calling; it wasn't even noble errand. but the craving for nicotine at 2 o'clock in the morning apparently led Smith into the loaded gun of one Brian Nicols, a man who was wanted for raping one woman and murdering another woman and three men. According to Smith, Nicols forced her into her apartment, tied her up, [and] put her in the bathtub.
What would you do under those circumstances? Scream? Panic? But at that point, something else intervened. Smith actually communicated with her captor. She saw him not as monster but as a human being. She talked with him. she told her story - how her husband had been stabbed in a dispute and had died in her arms, how she then had developed a drug habit, had been caught for speeding and drunken driving, had been arrested for assault, had ceded custody of her young daughter to her aunt. She showed him her wounds as a human being. And she saw in that man his own wounded soul.
It was, in the minds and souls of both human beings, an encounter with God. Smith's weapon was The Purpose Driven Life, by Rick Warren, an unabashedly Christian guide to making it through life's highs and lows by constantly asking what god has intended for you. the book insists on the notion that god knows all of us intimately, especially sinners. Smith says she read from Chapter 33, which centers on the role of Christian service, on the idea that in every moment there is a chance to serve others.
Smith, blessed by what can only be called grace, saw that terrifying early morning in suburban Atlanta as one of those opportunities. Warren writes in that chapter, "Great opportunities to serve never last long. They pass quickly, sometimes never to return again. You may only get one chance to serve that person, so take advantage of that moment." Smith did. And as she revealed her openness to grace, so, apparently, did he. "He said he thought I was an angel sent from God and that I was his sister and he was my brother in Christ and that he was lost, and God led him right to me, "Smith said. Maybe he was right.
he was an alleged rapist and murderer. She was tied up in a bathtub, clinging to the wreckage of a life that was barely afloat. One was a monster, the other a woman unable to care for her 5-year-old, looking for cigarettes in the dark. And out of that came something beautiful.
He saw his purpose: to serve God in prison, to turn his life around, even as it may have been saturated in the blood and pain of others. She saw hers: to make that happen. These people weren't saints. Grace arrives, unannounced, in lives that least expect or deserve it.
Happy Easter.
Ever since I first heard about Ashley Smith's amazing hostage-situation-turned-spiritual-conversation with fugitive and rapist Brian Nichols, I can't seem to escape it. It's been mentioned on the radio, in the news, and even in Pastor Rich's sermon this past Sunday. And when I opened up this week's Time magazine, I read an essay about the encounter that mentioned the part that struck me first: God used a the life struggles of a flawed woman to reach out to this criminal. To me, that's mercy and grace right there.
I've tried to condense the essay below (sorry it's not that short).
She went out for cigarettes.
That's my favorite detail of the story told by Ashley Smith. It was not an noble calling; it wasn't even noble errand. but the craving for nicotine at 2 o'clock in the morning apparently led Smith into the loaded gun of one Brian Nicols, a man who was wanted for raping one woman and murdering another woman and three men. According to Smith, Nicols forced her into her apartment, tied her up, [and] put her in the bathtub.
What would you do under those circumstances? Scream? Panic? But at that point, something else intervened. Smith actually communicated with her captor. She saw him not as monster but as a human being. She talked with him. she told her story - how her husband had been stabbed in a dispute and had died in her arms, how she then had developed a drug habit, had been caught for speeding and drunken driving, had been arrested for assault, had ceded custody of her young daughter to her aunt. She showed him her wounds as a human being. And she saw in that man his own wounded soul.
It was, in the minds and souls of both human beings, an encounter with God. Smith's weapon was The Purpose Driven Life, by Rick Warren, an unabashedly Christian guide to making it through life's highs and lows by constantly asking what god has intended for you. the book insists on the notion that god knows all of us intimately, especially sinners. Smith says she read from Chapter 33, which centers on the role of Christian service, on the idea that in every moment there is a chance to serve others.
Smith, blessed by what can only be called grace, saw that terrifying early morning in suburban Atlanta as one of those opportunities. Warren writes in that chapter, "Great opportunities to serve never last long. They pass quickly, sometimes never to return again. You may only get one chance to serve that person, so take advantage of that moment." Smith did. And as she revealed her openness to grace, so, apparently, did he. "He said he thought I was an angel sent from God and that I was his sister and he was my brother in Christ and that he was lost, and God led him right to me, "Smith said. Maybe he was right.
he was an alleged rapist and murderer. She was tied up in a bathtub, clinging to the wreckage of a life that was barely afloat. One was a monster, the other a woman unable to care for her 5-year-old, looking for cigarettes in the dark. And out of that came something beautiful.
He saw his purpose: to serve God in prison, to turn his life around, even as it may have been saturated in the blood and pain of others. She saw hers: to make that happen. These people weren't saints. Grace arrives, unannounced, in lives that least expect or deserve it.
Happy Easter.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
NEW SISTER SANDRA
I have to admit that it's amazing how much Raymond and Sandra got done for their wedding planning during the one short week they were here. During that time, they got engaged (of course), took pre-engagement pictures, booked the church, booked the reception site, booked the photographer and videographer, met with the flower people, got a wedding gown (my sister Sandra's), got bridesmaids dresses, got a good deal on tuxes for the guys, got wedding bands, go invitations, etc. I think they did more, but that's all I can remember off the top of my head.
As for meeting new new sister Sandra, we can already all see the dilemma her name causes. There will be a new Sandra Shen in our family. And I've decided to now refer to my sister as Sanj and refer to Ray's wife as Sandra. But anyway, Karena and I got a chance to meet her in earnest last weekend and let me tell you that we love her! She is very sweet and loving not only to Raymond, but to the whole family. She actually compliments Raymond very well so it's nice to see them together. I can't wait until they get married in June!
I have to admit that it's amazing how much Raymond and Sandra got done for their wedding planning during the one short week they were here. During that time, they got engaged (of course), took pre-engagement pictures, booked the church, booked the reception site, booked the photographer and videographer, met with the flower people, got a wedding gown (my sister Sandra's), got bridesmaids dresses, got a good deal on tuxes for the guys, got wedding bands, go invitations, etc. I think they did more, but that's all I can remember off the top of my head.
As for meeting new new sister Sandra, we can already all see the dilemma her name causes. There will be a new Sandra Shen in our family. And I've decided to now refer to my sister as Sanj and refer to Ray's wife as Sandra. But anyway, Karena and I got a chance to meet her in earnest last weekend and let me tell you that we love her! She is very sweet and loving not only to Raymond, but to the whole family. She actually compliments Raymond very well so it's nice to see them together. I can't wait until they get married in June!
Monday, March 21, 2005
UCLA -- 1995 MEN's BASKETBALL NATIONAL CHAMPIONS
One of the highlights of my time at UCLA was witnessing firsthand our basketball team take hom the National Championship for Men's Basketball in 1995. The team was made up of some of the most talented and exciting players I've ever seen. Even though none of them made a significant impact in the NBA, I still think fondly of guys like Ed O' Bannon, Charles O'Bannon, Tyus Edney, George Zidek, Toby Bailey, and Cameron Dollar.
Here is an article that appeared in the LA Times last week about their run 10 years ago and where they are today: http://www.latimes.com/sports/college/ucla/la-sp-uclalookback14mar14,1,2099762.story
One of the highlights of my time at UCLA was witnessing firsthand our basketball team take hom the National Championship for Men's Basketball in 1995. The team was made up of some of the most talented and exciting players I've ever seen. Even though none of them made a significant impact in the NBA, I still think fondly of guys like Ed O' Bannon, Charles O'Bannon, Tyus Edney, George Zidek, Toby Bailey, and Cameron Dollar.
Here is an article that appeared in the LA Times last week about their run 10 years ago and where they are today: http://www.latimes.com/sports/college/ucla/la-sp-uclalookback14mar14,1,2099762.story
Sunday, March 20, 2005
THE EASE OF TRAFFIC SCHOOL
I woke up Saturday morning knowing that I wanted to sign up for traffic school over the internet and to go through the whole thing all in one day. After all, who wants to prolong traffic school? And I have to admit that in the past, I learned a lot sitting in class for 8 hours and watching videos and talking about different situations. (In fact, the last time I was in traffic school, Mark McGwire was in the news too -- in 1998 when he hit his 62nd home run).
Anyway, I chose an on-line traffic school at random gototrafficschoool.com and when I found out it was only $14.50 (instead of hte $30 I used to pay to sit in class for 8 hours), I was overjoyed. I skimmed through all the material and took all the quizzes and the final exam. The quiz questions were easy, especially since you could open up another window and scroll back at the info (not that I needed to do that ... ummm, yeah). Anyway, the final exam were made up of the same quiz questions so that was a breeze too. I finished the whole thing in just under 2 hours!!!
It was great for my time management, but I have to admit that I learned next to nothing. This certainly is not a good way to go for bad drivers who need the occasional reminders about traffic laws ... but at the same time, I was able to get a lot of other things done yesterday and for that I am grateful. Hopefully, I'm not one of those bad drivers who needs reminding.
I woke up Saturday morning knowing that I wanted to sign up for traffic school over the internet and to go through the whole thing all in one day. After all, who wants to prolong traffic school? And I have to admit that in the past, I learned a lot sitting in class for 8 hours and watching videos and talking about different situations. (In fact, the last time I was in traffic school, Mark McGwire was in the news too -- in 1998 when he hit his 62nd home run).
Anyway, I chose an on-line traffic school at random gototrafficschoool.com and when I found out it was only $14.50 (instead of hte $30 I used to pay to sit in class for 8 hours), I was overjoyed. I skimmed through all the material and took all the quizzes and the final exam. The quiz questions were easy, especially since you could open up another window and scroll back at the info (not that I needed to do that ... ummm, yeah). Anyway, the final exam were made up of the same quiz questions so that was a breeze too. I finished the whole thing in just under 2 hours!!!
It was great for my time management, but I have to admit that I learned next to nothing. This certainly is not a good way to go for bad drivers who need the occasional reminders about traffic laws ... but at the same time, I was able to get a lot of other things done yesterday and for that I am grateful. Hopefully, I'm not one of those bad drivers who needs reminding.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
20 AIN'T SO SPECIAL
With yesterday being my cousin Allison's 20th birthday (Happy birthday!), it got me thinking about when I turned 20. You would think that it would be some momentous occasion. After all, your teenage years are over. You've taken yet another step toward adulthood. And you've entered a new category of numbering (from the tens to the twenties).
All of that is true, and yet, nothing "exciting" happens until you turn 21. So, my question is, why has turning 20 become so insignificant? It seems like it should be more special.
With yesterday being my cousin Allison's 20th birthday (Happy birthday!), it got me thinking about when I turned 20. You would think that it would be some momentous occasion. After all, your teenage years are over. You've taken yet another step toward adulthood. And you've entered a new category of numbering (from the tens to the twenties).
All of that is true, and yet, nothing "exciting" happens until you turn 21. So, my question is, why has turning 20 become so insignificant? It seems like it should be more special.
Friday, March 18, 2005
STEROID HEARINGS
Here are my quick thoughts on the Congressional hearings that took place on Thursday regarding Major League Baseball and its rampant steroid use:
(1) Mark McGwire looks old. And he got some bad advice from his lawyer. Refusing to answer any questions and only responding with "I don't want to talk about the past" and "I'm retired" has ruined his image. He is no longer the feared slugger of the late '80s and '90s. Instead, he's an old grandfather-looking coward, liar, and cheater. (And this coming from a guy who loves McGwire)
(2) How come Sammy Sosa suddenly forgot how to speak English and required an interpreter at the hearings? Answering every difficult question with "I don't know" is unacceptable.
(3) I have to admit that Jose Canseco still sounded dumb when he read, but he also had some moments of (dare I say) wisdom and clarity. But overall, he's still a big liar in shifting back to saying steroids are no good and he's out to save baseball, not make a quick buck for himself through his book sales.
(4) Curt Schilling is obviously very smart. You can tell by his reading and speaking abilities.
(5) Rafael Palmeiro seemed extremely upset. 'Roid rage, anyone?
(6) It was sad to see former 1998 home run chasers Sosa and McGwire sitting in a much less glamorous setting just 7 short years later. And it pained me to see the two Bash Brothers (McGwire and Canseco) having to sit apart for Canseco's protection. And to see Schilling not on the mound with a bloody sock, but having to defend the players of the sport he loves. The whole situation is sad and makes me sick. We should be talking about spring training, not syringes. But because baseball players cheat, they're in one fine mess.
(7) Do you think Congress will get that kind of media coverage next week when they discuss health care and homelessness or even insurgency in Iraq?
Here are my quick thoughts on the Congressional hearings that took place on Thursday regarding Major League Baseball and its rampant steroid use:
(1) Mark McGwire looks old. And he got some bad advice from his lawyer. Refusing to answer any questions and only responding with "I don't want to talk about the past" and "I'm retired" has ruined his image. He is no longer the feared slugger of the late '80s and '90s. Instead, he's an old grandfather-looking coward, liar, and cheater. (And this coming from a guy who loves McGwire)
(2) How come Sammy Sosa suddenly forgot how to speak English and required an interpreter at the hearings? Answering every difficult question with "I don't know" is unacceptable.
(3) I have to admit that Jose Canseco still sounded dumb when he read, but he also had some moments of (dare I say) wisdom and clarity. But overall, he's still a big liar in shifting back to saying steroids are no good and he's out to save baseball, not make a quick buck for himself through his book sales.
(4) Curt Schilling is obviously very smart. You can tell by his reading and speaking abilities.
(5) Rafael Palmeiro seemed extremely upset. 'Roid rage, anyone?
(6) It was sad to see former 1998 home run chasers Sosa and McGwire sitting in a much less glamorous setting just 7 short years later. And it pained me to see the two Bash Brothers (McGwire and Canseco) having to sit apart for Canseco's protection. And to see Schilling not on the mound with a bloody sock, but having to defend the players of the sport he loves. The whole situation is sad and makes me sick. We should be talking about spring training, not syringes. But because baseball players cheat, they're in one fine mess.
(7) Do you think Congress will get that kind of media coverage next week when they discuss health care and homelessness or even insurgency in Iraq?
Thursday, March 17, 2005
NOT WEARING GREEN
I didn't know I'd still be dealing with this at this age and this stage of my life, but I didn't wear green today and was promptly pinched repeatedly for it. I was always careful about wearing green for St. Patrick's Day when I was a kid (the green underwear excuse never works). But as I got older, I just figured nobody would care anymore. But apparently, they do.
In fact, Karena was the sneakiest of all. She pinched me as soon as I got up this morning (the T-shirt and shorts I wore to sleep weren't green). Sneaky.
Next year, I'll be ready. Or at least, I'll do the same thing to her! ;)
I didn't know I'd still be dealing with this at this age and this stage of my life, but I didn't wear green today and was promptly pinched repeatedly for it. I was always careful about wearing green for St. Patrick's Day when I was a kid (the green underwear excuse never works). But as I got older, I just figured nobody would care anymore. But apparently, they do.
In fact, Karena was the sneakiest of all. She pinched me as soon as I got up this morning (the T-shirt and shorts I wore to sleep weren't green). Sneaky.
Next year, I'll be ready. Or at least, I'll do the same thing to her! ;)
GOOD FOR ME
After planning weekly Bible studies for the Koinonia small group for the last several months and preparing for teaching the 7th-11th graders about Attributes of Godly Men this week, I'm convinced: All this prep work has been more beneficial for me than it probably was for them.
After planning weekly Bible studies for the Koinonia small group for the last several months and preparing for teaching the 7th-11th graders about Attributes of Godly Men this week, I'm convinced: All this prep work has been more beneficial for me than it probably was for them.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
ALMOST KILLED A MAN
It's not everyday you get an opportunity to almost kill a man. But Sunday afternoon after church, I had exactly that nearly happen to me.
I had just gotten on the 10 Fwy at Atlantic heading home when about 15 bikers pass by in the lane next to me. No big deal. Suddenly, about 50 yards ahead of me, a bad driver suddenly changed lanes in front of two bikers. One of them swerved to avoid being hit and fell to his right side ... into my lane and right in front of me. He slid maybe 25 yards (at least) on his side with the motorcycle on top of his leg while sparks were flying everywhere.
I, of course, saw the whole thing from when the guy first unsafely changed lanes, so I was prepared. (After all, I DID get 100% on my driving test, but that's another story for another time). But still, I had to slam on the brakes and swerve to the side to avoid running the biker over and avoid getting rear-ended.
Everything turned out fine. The biker was able to get up with huge scrapes on his leg and right buttock. His bike didn't seem to start though. I think the bad driver got away. Still, it was eerily scary how I could have easily ran him over had I not been as careful (or as lucky) as I was. Thank God!
It's not everyday you get an opportunity to almost kill a man. But Sunday afternoon after church, I had exactly that nearly happen to me.
I had just gotten on the 10 Fwy at Atlantic heading home when about 15 bikers pass by in the lane next to me. No big deal. Suddenly, about 50 yards ahead of me, a bad driver suddenly changed lanes in front of two bikers. One of them swerved to avoid being hit and fell to his right side ... into my lane and right in front of me. He slid maybe 25 yards (at least) on his side with the motorcycle on top of his leg while sparks were flying everywhere.
I, of course, saw the whole thing from when the guy first unsafely changed lanes, so I was prepared. (After all, I DID get 100% on my driving test, but that's another story for another time). But still, I had to slam on the brakes and swerve to the side to avoid running the biker over and avoid getting rear-ended.
Everything turned out fine. The biker was able to get up with huge scrapes on his leg and right buttock. His bike didn't seem to start though. I think the bad driver got away. Still, it was eerily scary how I could have easily ran him over had I not been as careful (or as lucky) as I was. Thank God!
Monday, March 14, 2005
WRONG SAYING
Apparently, all my life, I've been saying the wrong phrase. Instead of saying, "I couldn't care less," I've been saying "I could care less" to imply that I didn't care about something somebody said.
After Karena began correcting me, I've started to notice that many people say it incorrectly.
Do you?
Apparently, all my life, I've been saying the wrong phrase. Instead of saying, "I couldn't care less," I've been saying "I could care less" to imply that I didn't care about something somebody said.
After Karena began correcting me, I've started to notice that many people say it incorrectly.
Do you?
Sunday, March 13, 2005
QUICK THOUGHTS
1. As busy as our lives have become and as crazy as I have to drive just to get there at a decent time on Friday night, I still love Koinonia. The small group really helps lift me up, encourage me, and bring me closer to God. So, thanks guys.
2. Congratulations to my brother Raymond, who just got officially engaged yesterday to an amazing girl named Sandra (so there will be another Sandra Shen again!). Well, to be honest, I've only met her for literally about 5 seconds since we were late to take my sister and Gabe back to the airport. We all ran into the car and began to drive off when Sandra finally showed and I shook her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Victor. We gotta go." And that was that. It was probably the worst first impression I could have ever made to my future sister-in-law, but I plan to make it up this weekend and meet her in earnest.
3. Last night also brought the return of all of Karena's mom's sisters. It's always fun to see them all together because they laugh and joke and remind me very much of my own mom and her sisters. I think you're always a little nervous on how you'll fit into your spouse's family after you get married, and since they're such nice people, it's become clear to me that I've fit in just fine.
1. As busy as our lives have become and as crazy as I have to drive just to get there at a decent time on Friday night, I still love Koinonia. The small group really helps lift me up, encourage me, and bring me closer to God. So, thanks guys.
2. Congratulations to my brother Raymond, who just got officially engaged yesterday to an amazing girl named Sandra (so there will be another Sandra Shen again!). Well, to be honest, I've only met her for literally about 5 seconds since we were late to take my sister and Gabe back to the airport. We all ran into the car and began to drive off when Sandra finally showed and I shook her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Victor. We gotta go." And that was that. It was probably the worst first impression I could have ever made to my future sister-in-law, but I plan to make it up this weekend and meet her in earnest.
3. Last night also brought the return of all of Karena's mom's sisters. It's always fun to see them all together because they laugh and joke and remind me very much of my own mom and her sisters. I think you're always a little nervous on how you'll fit into your spouse's family after you get married, and since they're such nice people, it's become clear to me that I've fit in just fine.
Friday, March 11, 2005
BIRTHDAY DINNER
I rushed out of work Thursday night to pick up Karena so we could go to Claim Jumper to celebrate her sister Rani's birthday. It was also more of a celebratory occasion because Karena's aunt and uncle from Vancouver were also there.
We figured out a great deal there. You can add the produce salad bar for $3.95 to any entree (regular price $9.95). So, that's what most of us did and we ate from the salad bar for dinner and had our entire entree to eat for lunch! It was the best lunch I've ever had since working at Kaiser.
The next time you're there, try it out!
I rushed out of work Thursday night to pick up Karena so we could go to Claim Jumper to celebrate her sister Rani's birthday. It was also more of a celebratory occasion because Karena's aunt and uncle from Vancouver were also there.
We figured out a great deal there. You can add the produce salad bar for $3.95 to any entree (regular price $9.95). So, that's what most of us did and we ate from the salad bar for dinner and had our entire entree to eat for lunch! It was the best lunch I've ever had since working at Kaiser.
The next time you're there, try it out!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
WHISTLE WHILE YOU ... PEE?!?
When I was a baby, my dad tried to potty train me by finding an easy method to let me know when I could go. He chose whistling a sustained high-pitched note.
And after I told Karena this story, whenever I tell her I have to go, she likes to give me a hard time by whistling the same sustained note. She knows I can't resist it and I will definitely have to run to the bathroom.
It works every time.
When I was a baby, my dad tried to potty train me by finding an easy method to let me know when I could go. He chose whistling a sustained high-pitched note.
And after I told Karena this story, whenever I tell her I have to go, she likes to give me a hard time by whistling the same sustained note. She knows I can't resist it and I will definitely have to run to the bathroom.
It works every time.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
QUICK THOUGHTS
1. The nice part about being in Las Vegas wasn't so much for the food, but the complete change in lifestyle for two days. We're not big on gambling or the club scene or any of things that give that place the nickname "Sin City", but just getting away from our normal routine is nice.
But then that begs the question, are we just running awy from our responsibilities? And are we finding our happiness in superficial things?
2. This is one thing at what we used to watch on TV: Family-oriented shows like The Cosby Show, Family Ties, and Growing Pains. Nowadays, these shows are more the exception then the rule. In fact, I couldn't even think of one show until finally Karena said "Seventh Heaven." Is this a sign of the times or proof that our views of the traditional family have changed over the last 20 years. Are we, as a society, less moral these days?
1. The nice part about being in Las Vegas wasn't so much for the food, but the complete change in lifestyle for two days. We're not big on gambling or the club scene or any of things that give that place the nickname "Sin City", but just getting away from our normal routine is nice.
But then that begs the question, are we just running awy from our responsibilities? And are we finding our happiness in superficial things?
2. This is one thing at what we used to watch on TV: Family-oriented shows like The Cosby Show, Family Ties, and Growing Pains. Nowadays, these shows are more the exception then the rule. In fact, I couldn't even think of one show until finally Karena said "Seventh Heaven." Is this a sign of the times or proof that our views of the traditional family have changed over the last 20 years. Are we, as a society, less moral these days?
Monday, March 07, 2005
WEEKEND RECAP
It's never a good thing when you leave for Las Vegas at 11pm. But luckily enough, everything turned out fine. And it's even worse of a thing to have to go to wake up at 6am to go to a funeral for your aunt in San Francisco and then fly to Las Vegas to meet up with your husband. What a whirlwind of a day, filled with mixed emotions. But that's what Karena did.
We were fortunate enough to have a great time with friends and to celebrate some birthdays!
Still, a part of me was back at home, thinking about people at church and my co-workers gathering together for one of a baby shower.
Meanwhile, my parents and my grandfather were up north with Sandra and Gabe and Raymond. My heart was with them too.
It's never a good thing when you leave for Las Vegas at 11pm. But luckily enough, everything turned out fine. And it's even worse of a thing to have to go to wake up at 6am to go to a funeral for your aunt in San Francisco and then fly to Las Vegas to meet up with your husband. What a whirlwind of a day, filled with mixed emotions. But that's what Karena did.
We were fortunate enough to have a great time with friends and to celebrate some birthdays!
Still, a part of me was back at home, thinking about people at church and my co-workers gathering together for one of a baby shower.
Meanwhile, my parents and my grandfather were up north with Sandra and Gabe and Raymond. My heart was with them too.
Friday, March 04, 2005
A MESSAGE TO MYSELF
Instead of thinking about how little sleep I'll be getting this weekend, I should look forward to having a good time with friends. Don't get bogged down with the starts and stops, just enjoy the ride.
Instead of thinking about how little sleep I'll be getting this weekend, I should look forward to having a good time with friends. Don't get bogged down with the starts and stops, just enjoy the ride.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
WEAR AND TEAR
I've been thinking a lot about wear and tear. You buy a new car and it gets dinged. Your new cell phone falls to the floor and gets scratches.
I've been told I was very naive and saw life through rose-colored glasses. I tried to be a nice guy and do the best that I can for people. But after being beated down one too many times, I wonder if I can keep it up. Life is unfair. When you try to help out, you get hurt. And for years, I've picked myself up and tried again, only to end up on the floor again.
A few years ago, I was broken down, re-built and re-shaped. And now, I'm undergoing some major wear and tear. Maybe it's time to be broken down and rebuilt again.
I've been thinking a lot about wear and tear. You buy a new car and it gets dinged. Your new cell phone falls to the floor and gets scratches.
I've been told I was very naive and saw life through rose-colored glasses. I tried to be a nice guy and do the best that I can for people. But after being beated down one too many times, I wonder if I can keep it up. Life is unfair. When you try to help out, you get hurt. And for years, I've picked myself up and tried again, only to end up on the floor again.
A few years ago, I was broken down, re-built and re-shaped. And now, I'm undergoing some major wear and tear. Maybe it's time to be broken down and rebuilt again.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
HILARY SWANK
So, now that her name has officially been changed to "Two-time Academy Award winner Hilary Swank," do you think she ever sits back and thinks, "Wow, how did this happen? After all, I was on Beverly Hills, 90210 and I was in 'The Next Karate Kid'" (see filmography)
It just goes to show that hanging out with Brandon and Kelly and Mr. Miyagi can really pay off!
So, now that her name has officially been changed to "Two-time Academy Award winner Hilary Swank," do you think she ever sits back and thinks, "Wow, how did this happen? After all, I was on Beverly Hills, 90210 and I was in 'The Next Karate Kid'" (see filmography)
It just goes to show that hanging out with Brandon and Kelly and Mr. Miyagi can really pay off!
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