The past September marked a full seven years of attending Grace Presbyterian Church (a.k.a. Grace Pres). A good friend of mine had been extolling its virtues years before I attended my first service there, and as graduation drew near, my excitement grew at the prospect of a new place, a new start. (While I sought robust preaching, I was also looking for ways to meet new people, à la Abraham’s servant, but that’s another... More
It’s been more than two weeks since I’ve voluntarily self-isolated, and almost as long since our county issued shelter-in-place orders. COVID-19 is still wreaking havoc around the world, and its long-term impact can be predicted with little precision, if the volatility of the stock market is any indication. With stories coming in from all quarters—the medical community, government... More
For a dear friend and colleague.
In shadows light I lie, eyes wide,
Beset by echoes of goodbye.
Slow ticks the clock, quick stir the thoughts
Of days to come, already lost.
One never finds a moment kind
Where parting, sorrow dwell untwined.
Rejoice, my heart, cast off thy grief
For blessings past, however brief.
Be free, go well in favored flight—
But let me mourn just one more night.
Last week, during one of our regular get-togethers, my friend Wei introduced me to One Hour One Life, an open-world multiplayer survival game in which the fixings of civilization are crafted from scratch across many, many generations. Aside from its cute, hand-drawn graphics, sound effects, and pensive music, two unique mechanics of the game stood out: one is birth, and the other, death.1
Rules of the Game
When you... More
I want to share this story about something that happened over Thanksgiving weekend three weeks ago, that, although embarrassing, left an indelible impression on me. What I experienced paralleled the Christian journey so neatly that I felt that it would be remiss of me not to testify to the lesson therein. H, if you’re reading this, please be kind to me. ^^;;