It’s been way too long since I wrote a blog about a Bible verse (besides passages from Romans 4 and 5). Still, I haven’t managed to leave the theme of hope, though themes of faith and grace are coming into play too. Anyway, here’s the shiz.
1 Peter 1:3-5 “Praise be to the God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.”
I included the whole passage because it’s a long sentence, but the part to focus on is “In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” When God gives you a prophetic word or message, it’s not like it remains that one stagnant word from years past. Take my doctor prophecy for an example. When I was 12, it was prophesied that I’d be a medical doctor. But since God gave me this hope, it has grown, and through Christ, I’ve been given a new birth with this hope that is alive, as alive as any words from God. So this living hope is growing and developing along with me; it isn’t a static old word that fades with time. This is the hope Christ has for us.
Monday, August 29, 2011
August 24th, 2011
No matter how sure I try to be in myself, it’s always less inspiring to do things in the light of day. At night, the world seems different. I can be incredibly in-tune with God and what He’s saying, but not have a clue when morning comes. I can also think thoughts at night that I despise when daytime comes.
It’s a beautiful world I live in though. I’m finally done with transition. It just feels so good. I’m myself. I’m a little underconfident, but I have a little bit of an upperclassman mentality, so I feel capable. I’m facing the mot difficult subjects of my life and I’m determined to overcome. I know I can if I apply myself. And I will apply myself.
I’ve had a tough time remembering to read my Bible daily. In fact, I hardly ever read it since the missions trip to the Philippines. You just get so busy with God that you fall out of the habit of doing the basic things. So I need to pick that up again, ‘cause otherwise, this world will crush me.
Anyway, I’m sleepy And I wanna be on a remotely normal schedule (not that normal schedules are very pleasant for me. They just feel wrong, as if I’m prematurely fatigued).
It’s a beautiful world I live in though. I’m finally done with transition. It just feels so good. I’m myself. I’m a little underconfident, but I have a little bit of an upperclassman mentality, so I feel capable. I’m facing the mot difficult subjects of my life and I’m determined to overcome. I know I can if I apply myself. And I will apply myself.
I’ve had a tough time remembering to read my Bible daily. In fact, I hardly ever read it since the missions trip to the Philippines. You just get so busy with God that you fall out of the habit of doing the basic things. So I need to pick that up again, ‘cause otherwise, this world will crush me.
Anyway, I’m sleepy And I wanna be on a remotely normal schedule (not that normal schedules are very pleasant for me. They just feel wrong, as if I’m prematurely fatigued).
August 23, 2011
(The Day Before Junior Year Of My Pre-Medical Undergraduate Education Begins)
I lost two years of written blogs. Two years. And I blogged a lot because I was incredibly frustrated for every waking moment of those two years. This, of course, is because those two years were preoccupied by college transition. It’s an awful thing, transition, yet an essential and magnificent thing. Only through such a thing could I come to look forward to leaving the land I once adored and the friends I once thought so highly of and the spiritual mindset which used to define my actions. Now, I feel spiritually undisciplined and weak at “home”, though I’m still the most stable one of my family/friends.
But at school, a whole other part of me comes out. It’s like how I am on missions trips, except without having to worry about being perceived in a manner that benefits Christians. I can just be me, and a me I have yet to understand, but a me whose reflexes are to walk with odd muscle movements and a strange focus as I walk through the cafeteria or go to public places with friends. I’m loud and unpredictable and fun. And eager to work hard and learn.
See, I see this blog disappearance as an opportunity. I had pages and pages of frustration in that recent past, clear as daylight. But now, it’s all gone. It’s simply vanished. It’s time for a new beginning. I have the opportunity to throw all of it to the wayside and excel. I will learn Organic Chemistry and Physics, and I won’t do it because I see how it will help me in the future, nor because I need them to fulfill a prophesy made by a man eleven years ago this September. I’m doing it and all the other things my adviser will recommend to me because God has called me to be this thing called “doctor” and I will not be torn down by my past, nor will I be encouraged by it either. It’s God’s past that I will look to. What He has done in my life and in my world. Who else would keep speaking to me in the midst of my transition and tell me something as simple as “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before”? Abraham pulled it off! All he did was believe. And if all I have to do is believe in the impossible, then that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And the impossible will happen.
Even though I stare into the face of those who, time and time again, ask me “Are you sure that God has called you to this?” and I give the same tired answer as before, my strength is renewed, because God hasn’t called me to back down or grow weary. Jesus died so that I could live in His fullness, so I will carry this cross, though I’m ill-equipped to do so.
I’m a new creation. Tomorrow is a new day. There is hope in Jesus Christ. And this hope does not disappoint, “because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” (Romans 5:5)
I lost two years of written blogs. Two years. And I blogged a lot because I was incredibly frustrated for every waking moment of those two years. This, of course, is because those two years were preoccupied by college transition. It’s an awful thing, transition, yet an essential and magnificent thing. Only through such a thing could I come to look forward to leaving the land I once adored and the friends I once thought so highly of and the spiritual mindset which used to define my actions. Now, I feel spiritually undisciplined and weak at “home”, though I’m still the most stable one of my family/friends.
But at school, a whole other part of me comes out. It’s like how I am on missions trips, except without having to worry about being perceived in a manner that benefits Christians. I can just be me, and a me I have yet to understand, but a me whose reflexes are to walk with odd muscle movements and a strange focus as I walk through the cafeteria or go to public places with friends. I’m loud and unpredictable and fun. And eager to work hard and learn.
See, I see this blog disappearance as an opportunity. I had pages and pages of frustration in that recent past, clear as daylight. But now, it’s all gone. It’s simply vanished. It’s time for a new beginning. I have the opportunity to throw all of it to the wayside and excel. I will learn Organic Chemistry and Physics, and I won’t do it because I see how it will help me in the future, nor because I need them to fulfill a prophesy made by a man eleven years ago this September. I’m doing it and all the other things my adviser will recommend to me because God has called me to be this thing called “doctor” and I will not be torn down by my past, nor will I be encouraged by it either. It’s God’s past that I will look to. What He has done in my life and in my world. Who else would keep speaking to me in the midst of my transition and tell me something as simple as “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before”? Abraham pulled it off! All he did was believe. And if all I have to do is believe in the impossible, then that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And the impossible will happen.
Even though I stare into the face of those who, time and time again, ask me “Are you sure that God has called you to this?” and I give the same tired answer as before, my strength is renewed, because God hasn’t called me to back down or grow weary. Jesus died so that I could live in His fullness, so I will carry this cross, though I’m ill-equipped to do so.
I’m a new creation. Tomorrow is a new day. There is hope in Jesus Christ. And this hope does not disappoint, “because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” (Romans 5:5)
Remember Me?
Turns out that it was a stupid idea to leave Blogger, 'cause when you have your own website, it's possible to lose everything you've written for the past two years. Anyway, God has been teaching me plenty through it, and now I'm ready to post on here again (along with posting on my computer and my portable harddrive. i've already been blogging (as if I could possibly stop writing), so I'll post those after this.
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