Who’s in your bracket?

Appropriately, this idea came to me during March.

For those who don’t know, ’tis the season for March Madness.

College Basketball is at its finest during this stretch to determine who will be crowned:


Individually, we tend to compete amongst each other. Amongst our friends, who will be called champion? Against our enemies, our bias gives us the victory. We won through selfishness, pride, and an unwillingness to love our neighbors.

You may win against your fellow counterparts, and even pull off some unseen upsets. You may win the entire bracket. You might be on top of the world.

Yet, when you’re playing God, you will never pull off a David vs. Goliath victory. Often times, why is God our biggest competitor?

Why not make Him our greatest friend, our most humble teammate, our first source of trust and dependence?

It’s hard to say this lovingly towards my non believing friends, but they will never beat God. Life is God’s game.

Life is God’s game, but He made us all winners.

If I created a game, I would’ve made sure that I was


Thank God, I didn’t create life.


Mr. Fred Rogers

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It’s a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So let’s make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we’re together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?

Won’t you please,
Won’t you please,
Please won’t you be my neighbor?

This past week, I lashed out against my mom in ways that I know will not constitute a healthy relationship. It frequently happens because I’ve built pet peeves against what she does. I feel like 99% of the world will find her to be crazy and that 1% of supporters are people like her.

Trust me, I know the right response, and I know what I should do. “Sejin, there are a lot of things you do that would piss other people off; Jesus loves you for who you are, so love your Mom the same way”.


Damit, Sejin! I know the right thing to do. HOWEVER IT IS SO HARD!

I pondered this thought this week: I’m envious of those who are so patient.

I love the idea of patience, yet I don’t know how to truly apply it in my life.

I felt the love of Christ speak to me through Mr. Roger’s biography. I fell in love with His testimony, and His desire to pursue God on a daily basis. I wish the pages kept going! The book is succinct, yet it’s Mr. Roger’s application of love unto others that makes this book such a keeper.


As my pastor says, “We call others special because we are afraid to pursue that kind of love”. I will not call Mr. Rogers special because I feel like Jesus has anointed me with the ability to love others as well.

How willing am I to pursue love with unending patience? If anything, I don’t know if I’ve ever applied sustained patience in my life. It must be the season to learn.


OH LORD, send more neighbors along the way. I need more practice.

Head Coach

As a freshman, I made the JV team. However, varsity players moved down to JV and I moved down to the freshman team.

Humility left, and I was stuck with my ego.

Knowing I was more skilled than everyone else, I quickly became the first person disgusted with our team’s performance and I became the last person that anyone wanted to talk to.

I never pointed the finger at myself. I should have.

Sooner than later, this translated to my dedication on my club team. I half-assed every Saturday practice and I put a facade acting as if I was trying my best. I could feel my teammates wanting me to put in more effort; they spoke loudly by challenging me in every facet of the game. They had my number; there was a cloud of quit over my head.

I could have spent this time getting better, instead I couldn’t shake off this state of mind.

In retrospect, as I gave a lukewarm effort with God, there was no way to give more to basketball.

If basketball was my passion then what was God?

As my pastor puts it, when you substitute humility for ego your effort and creativity diminishes. Your original passion becomes a pastime.

John Wooden is a great example of a Christ filled man who never changed his character. His commitment with Christ was evident on the sidelines. He was passionate.

Basketball has once again become my passion; I don’t put in the hours of practice as in high school, but I’ve been able to translate my past to a better future. I was involved in a joyous thriller tonight in my intramural game where we went to double overtime, and came out victorious.

I came out victorious with Christ. I try to embody His love throughout the game; never boastful or lacking of character, but a body language that says BASKETBALL IS SO FUN!

Coach Mark,

I never had a chance to apologize to you. I know there were moments you wanted to scream your head off or even more subtle times when you were disappointed in my attitude. I’m sorry that I went off track. Overall, some of my best memories were from the Hawks, and I’m glad that you lead us in the right direction. I was fortunate that you coached me.

– Sejin


“What an F***** up world”,

says the concentric group who distort the image of this world to their likings. 

Yet these people do not blame the world’s fall as a cause of sin, their sin.

The irony behind their statement is that they seem to follow worldly standards. They are governed by what the world tells them to do, and periodically they throw the F bomb on the world for giving them things other than what they want.

Once they throw F bombs on this world, why do they rebuild their foundation with the precise things that made the world fall?

A devilish cycle begins. Addiction is too hard to let go. They drop F bombs when it hurts too much to keep their addiction going. They don’t want to get better but to feel better. But then the rebuilding begins. Infrastructure progresses. They feel clean enough to feel pleasure again. Pleasure outweighs pain until the scales get bent.


Pareto Efficient

Salvation is pareto efficient.

Salvation is impossible to change; it will make at least one person better off without making another person worse off.

Jesus’s death on the Cross is not victory for Christians, but for followers of Christ. Salvation makes everyone better off.



Whatever field you pursue, I challenge you to make subtle connections to Jesus. Open up your creative process.

As an Economics major, I have learned that solutions to world problems can be met economically. However, this is a subject that can be a cute animal turned gremlin. What can be used to motivate provision can also be misused to become  indifferent and rather apathetic to social justice because financially, it does not make sense to help out others when we can be helping out ourselves first. Alone,  economics supports the slightest movement towards a better world. But when Jesus is in the midst of an economic conversation, Heaven can be on Earth.