Turtle: Verb

Leo Carillo State Beach offered a resort- like setting for ‘sort’ of a ‘re’-diculous price: FREE. Creation is not anything new to talk about, but creation creates creation; Hence, the following:

It’s through bellowing waves and finely dented rocks that are necessary tools for us to know Him. His love has capacity as also illustrated by the capacity for these rocks to solidify and crease the waters’ momentum to its left and right; construction takes place in the city; I have yet to see man forklift boulders out its resident beach or take the sandy dunes and register it in on a new horizon. Nor are there responses that murmur hope for a different palette. “Hmm, perhaps it would have been better to put that island of rock one mile west or make the sea turtle with dark blue. “Turtle” used in that context is a verb and means meshed” Yet, I’ve seen man parallel his love for creation by opening up a new canvas and resting it on an easel. He then experiments with colors to match life’s perfect shade. There is a different purpose to creation when a caravan full of kids hop out to see nature at its foggiest moment and at its brightest moment- as human beings both experiences should be breath-taking; as He breathed life into creation- all our experiences should be breath-taking- one that allows us to breath life into our art, music, dance, sport, or studies. Sometimes, it’s the simple touch of life that breathes through the robotic and cold-shouldered feel of everyday life. Image


Oppa, Gospel Style

With the help of StubHub, I bought tonight’s Giants vs. Dodgers tickets two months in advance. My dad and I arrived to the game at the top of the 5th inning: so much for planning things? But PLAN THIS: As I’m walking up to row A in Field Level 48, “OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!” My peripheral’s weren’t scoping- were fans telling me to do the dance? Ah, well we directed our attention to the big screen (no, not YouTube); He did the dance at the game! He was alone- sitting next to some random white dude. That ain’t 강남 스타일. Invite your peeps next time like 유 재 석. Oh, and there was some crazy korean girl wearing a rainbow propeller hat and Dodger T. She was screaming her head off, and I definitely wanted to add her on Facebook. 

Clayton Kershaw pitched a phenomenal game- 10 strikeouts? Yikes. Giant’s pitcher, Madison Bumgarner was no Giant tonight. With 10 strikeouts of his own in his winning performance, He was David! (Ah, I tried). Now heading to the 7th inning stretch of my blog, here’s where the revelation gets really exciting.

What’s your role when you introduce the Gospel to people’s lives? Are you the starting pitcher? In case, you’re out by the 3rd inning, there are relief pitchers behind you. Are there more warming up in the bullpen? Is the manager signaling for the closer? Well, I’ll tell you what. Giant’s closer, Romo, mislocated a pitch and Henley Ramirez belted one to deep left center to scare the opponents; we finally scored with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th; 2-1. Time for a meeting on the mound.

Ethier rolls one to the 1st base for the final out of the game. Their substitute closer gets the job done.

I pray that we will stick through the journey of one’s life, no matter the inning or the number of errors displayed on his scoreboard; it’s not about how fast we pitch, but if our strike zone isn’t the Gospel, send in the next pitcher. We all have a redeemed role through Christ; He gives us strength to fight the good fight and pitch in the close games. Let’s share and live out the Gospel. “Oppa, Gospel Style.”





I made the game winning layup. It was me! Can I prove it?  

Saturday afternoon, I met up with my former club basketball team; with the players present as well as their respective parents, we shared food and laughs as talks of the past drew special memories and conversations of the future depicted successful journeys ahead. After watching our last commemorative banquet that forever sealed a chapter within the Venice Hawks’ book, we furthered our night by watching some games. To summarize a pinnacle moment in our Hawks’ history, we watched the championship game- Hawks vs. Associates. I thought, “YES”! If there is a joy that captured my years with the Hawks, it’d be precisely THIS game!


The score was tied 44-44 and with the clock closing down to 10 seconds, Coach Mark called timeout as we planned to execute our last play to perfection. ABRUPTLY, THE GAME FILM THEN SHOWS us up 46-44 with 1 second remaining. WHAT?!!!!!!!


Next day at church, it had occurred to me that the video camera’s lapse of concentration was more than a simple error: it was a revelation. How often to do I miss out on God’s glory? He’s waiting for me to move glory to glory; yet, I keep Him stuck in between- in between my guilt to joy and shame to forgiveness- He wants me to “Just Walk”, but I’m stationed on the stairs of life. More than once, I’ve intentionally deleted His glory from my life; It’s HIS precious moment! WHY AM I PREVENTING HIM FROM MANIFESTING GLORY IN MY LIFE? Lord, you deserve all glory and praise- sometimes in my foolishness, I cut the game tape from displaying Your kingdom come and Your will be done; I want to see you score in my life; I want to see your Glory.