Ash Wednesday

I just finished watching The Descendants featuring the Honorable Clooney. 

This just happened to…

Dawn on me:


Internal status update:


That cremation essentially signifies “from dust you are and to dust you will return”.  (Gen. 3.19)

Lord, during this  Lent season, I want  to be more than ash. You  gave me your spirit and life, and under your authority, I’m seated in heavenly places. From dust I was, and although my earthly body will perish along with the best of us, my spirit is yours to take and yours to refine with fire.  Although a cremator has the strength to generate  1600-1800 F to ensure disintegration of the corpse, I know you have the strength to refine my heart with heat more powerful than this industrial machine.  You have the ability to purify; you’ve already given me all of your love, but I still look up; refine me, not to dust, but to your presence.



A carpenter is a person who builds a house in their heart- a house to shelter others from the cold and the rough pavements of life. Jesus sanded my sins away and polished me into a new creation. As a carpenter, He remodeled and built another room in His house. He left enough space to forgive me. On wood, He built and on wood He was pierced for our iniquities. He has carved me into His image- an image that captures the essence of the Cross and the Resurrection. He is the carpenter of my soul, mind, and strength.

Having just turned 22 years old, my journey is still under construction, but my journey is in the comfort of His dwelling place.

Said, Hike.

“Lin or Lose”. Seriously, in this 4 game winning streak, if it wasn’t for Lin, they would’ve lost. Do you like it? I would have it trademarked; except, it costs $275 to do so. Nike would tell me to “Just do it”, but really, I don’t have that kind of money. But Jeremy won’t wear the shirt; He’s not about himself. He shares values with Tebow and Kershaw. It’s really about community- that in Denver, L.A, and New York, they’d be beacons of light- that Tebow would pass the Gospel for a 15 yard slant to the broken hearted- that Kershaw would strike out the next temptation to step up in the batter’s box- that Lin would assist his teammates to the heart of His presence and salvation.

As an avid sports fan, I’m more about ‘win or lose’; it’s these stories of 4th string backups (Tebow and Lin) who receive opportunities to shine in the limelight, and through their success, they direct that light to the creator of their athletic prowess; simply, God is good. And prophetically, the truth is spoken; The Lord is good.


You’ve given me a passion as well. I’m proud to wear a shirt that says, “God Emmanuel: God with us”. With that favor, I can “Just do it”. I can strive for my dreams because I know that you’ll meet me half-way. You’re snapping the ball to me. “Said, Hike”.  Thank you for your fatherly love.

The Son Shines

Mother Teresa’s “Come Be My Light” will always be encased in my bookshelf, but these 350 pages will manifest through my life- what an inspiration, what a role model.    

Her humility and meekness is second to Jesus, literally. “Her very poverty was her meeting place with God” and her life’s work is the harvest from seeking the most intimate desires of her Father’s heart- that in poverty, she was able to suffer; in her suffering, she knew that only God could weaken her flesh which strengthened her trust in the Lord. Her flesh became so dark during her 55 years of ministry. Here’s the revelation: The darker her flesh, the brighter that Jesus was able to shine through her life. So much joy traveled from her to the individual who helplessly gained comfort in her arms- she was willing and able to restore respect, care and love into each desolate person that she met. SO BRIGHT was her light that the following story portrays the extent of her presence and imprint in this world:

“On September 5, 1997, after 8 P.M. Mother Teresa complained of severe back pain; soon her condition was aggravated by the inability to breathe. The sisters at the Motherhouse were alarmed. All was done to help her; a doctor and a priest were called in. Unexpectedly the electricity failed and the whole house was in darkness. Foreseeing an emergency, the sisters had secured two independent electric supplies. But both lines went out at the same time; such a thing had never happened before. Prompt and expert medical aid could not help, as the breathing machine could not be started. It was 9.30 P.M. While Calcutta was in darkness, the earthly life of the one who had brought so much light to this city and to the whole world was extinguished. Even so, her mission continues: from heaven she still responds to Jesus’ call, ‘Come be My light.'”


I want something more; You’re the light that never fades; therefore, I want you to darken my flesh. I don’t want to see my flesh. I want it to be so dark that if I wanted to walk in my fleshly desires and fantasies, I’d have no reinforcement- that I’d be blind as a bat. I want to be scared of my flesh- that instead of sin infiltrating my heart, I’d want sin to dissipate just as a vampire caves in when light reflects its shine from you. I want to be sustained through obedience, and provided through your grace and mercy. I, too, have an evangelistic heart- I know you’re the one who put that yearning in my heart- to see each one’s potential- to call those tired and weary back home where there’s rest and reassurance that death has been overcome.  I want the Son to shine SO BRIGHT.