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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Dealing with Discouragement

For the past couple of months, my church in Seattle, Living Hope Bible Church, has been pursuing the purchase of a church building. A little bit of background: LHBC has never owned a building; we've met in a public elementary school for the past 15 years. Land in our area (it's Microsoft-town) is neither readily available nor particularly affordable. We've pursued other properties before, but in all those previous circumstances it was not God's will for us to have it. Within a couple of weeks, we will know whether or not we will be purchasing this building. I know the leadership and congregation have all invested much time and prayer in this matter, and truly it would be wonderful to see this go through. But what if it doesn't? That was the question raised in last week's sermon at LHBC, based on Ezra 3. (Glad to see the mp3's are available now!) If you have some time, have a listen. It's an excellent reminder of how to deal biblically with the disappointments and discouragements that are bound to come in life. I'm thankful to see this topic tackled at this time. It would be easy to try to keep people's morale up by avoiding the question. But the truth is that whatever the outcome of this -- or any -- situation, we must continue to walk in obedience to Him; for God is good and His ways are perfect.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Warfield on Spirituality

"So intimate is the connection between the head and the heart and hand, indeed, that it is not unfair to say broadly that if undue intellectualism exhibits itself in those preparing for the ministry, the fault is relative, not absolute: that, in a word, there is not a too muchness in the case at all, but a too littleness somewhere else. The trouble with those whom a certain part of the world persists in speaking of as over-educated for an effective ministry is not that they are too highly trained intellectually, but that they are sadly undertrained spiritually; not that their head has received too much attention, but that their heart has received too little."

-B. B. Warfield, "Spiritual Culture in the Theological Seminary", The Princeton Theological Review, 2 (1904)

New place!

Well, the place is still in a bit of disarray...but here it is!

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Still alive

Summer went fast, and blogging did not happen. There is much I could write about, but at the moment I am tied up with school orientation and moving into my new place (thanks to the HWC folk who housed me/helped me move!). :) This summer was full of many uncertainties; and even as a new school year starts next week I am not sure what to expect. Although I am a planner by nature, I am grateful for the reminder that the future is not in my hands. Pray that the Lord would continue to increase my faith!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Coasts Left and Right and Family

My lack of posts is indicative of how much I've been enjoying my (perhaps last?) summer vacation. I recently returned from a weeklong family vacation in Boston, a city new to us all. It was a good trip (though punctuated by weather extremes ranging from hot humidity to thunderstorms). Rather than renting a car or joining a tour group, we explored Boston on our own via walking and the rather extensive subway. This mode of travel allowed us to "learn Boston" pretty well in a week, though we weren't without a few confused touristy moments! Being a city of variety, Boston was an appropriate vacation destination spot for my family. It can be challenging to please all seven of us at once. But in Beantown, we enjoyed the right blend of historical, educational, cultural, athletic, and retail options. (Example: my mom and I enjoyed shopping on Newbury Street while the guys toured Fenway park.) And then there was the food. My dad likes to say we did some sightseeing between meals, which is an apt description. (And those of you who know my family know it's true.) Being Seattleites we are accustomed to pretty sweet seafood; and I'm happy to say that Boston met our quality standards in that department. We also had a humorous moment at Durgin Park, a traditional Boston restaurant. Apparently DP is well-known for ample portions; and for this particular meal, my dad and one of my brothers opted for their large cut of prime rib. The waitress described it as "16 ounces, including the bone." Well, the plates came out; and they were NOT mere 16-oz portions. They were so impressive in size that a family seated next to us burst into spontaneous applause when the plates were brought out. We all agreed that the portions were at least two pounds, including the bone. Perhaps the best part of this trip for me was being able to spend extended time with my family. Even though I've been home for a month now, it's actually somewhat rare that we are all together. Sure, I had my moments of craving privacy (it's always a bit of a transition from single to family living). But overall, I came away with a renewed thankfulness for the gift of having a Christian family.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Crazy Lego Man

While cleaning out my old files, I came across this old animation project, done the good old fashioned stopmotion way (move a millimeter, take a picture, move another millimeter etc.). Apologies for the terrible picture quality.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Harp and stairs

As a harpist, I really dislike stairs. I would rather wheel my harp half a mile on flat ground than down a flight of stairs. Sometimes, however, stairs just cannot be avoided. Back in highschool, I played in a youth symphony that rehearsed in the sub-basement of the University of Washington's School of Music. It was not, shall we say, wheelchair-accessible. The elevator did not descend that low. In fact, the only way to get my harp in and out of the room was via four flights of very narrow stairs. Thankfully, the youth symphony had stagehands (read: double bass players and percussionists) who were responsible for moving my harp up and down the stairs. Poor guys -- moving a heavy, bulky instrument for a Saturday 9am rehearsal isn't the easiest thing in the world (though it did wake them up). I had a small stair incident during our school's opera production this past spring. Our school's harps are stored on the third floor of the building, and I needed to move one down to the first floor for a rehearsal -- normally, not a problem. Well, I was wheeling the harp down the hallway when I ran into one of the percussionists, who was sitting in the hall with his marimba...and timpani...and snare drum. Apparently, the elevator had suddenly broken down. (I've never been more happy not to be a percussionist.) Thankfully, I wasn't the only harpist playing and the other harpist was a guy. So I got the easier job of supporting the harp from below as Matt, the other harpist, moved it down step-by-step using the harp dolly. Even more recently, I had a flute/harp gig with TBS at the Old Mill restaurant. Since this was my first time playing at this venue, I followed my usual routine of going in the front entrance to inquire regarding the best place to unload the beast. The staff member on duty told me to go back to the receiving area because coming in the front entrance would involve too many stairs. Always happy to avoid stairs, I made my way over to the receiving area. I opened the door and found...stairs. Thinking that perhaps this wasn't the right entrance, I went down in search of someone and found the director of operations. He informed me that yes, this was the receiving area and there was in fact an elevator to avoid stairs. The problem was, it was eight feet off the ground. At this point, I probably would have just opted to go down the stairs if I had someone strong to help me, but this D of O was getting on in years. I did have two taxi drivers, but one had just had surgery and the other was pregnant. In other words, I was the strongest person around and that was not good news for my harp. I looked at the D of O and asked one last time, "Are you SURE there's no other way?" He started to shake his head, then stopped. "Well...maybe..." He pointed me towards another door and started leading me through this back passageway, unlocking several doors along the way. I ended up going through two kitchens, through several rooms, and up and down a few ramps en route, stairs! Really, I couldn't have told you how I got to the room. Even though I got to my destination safely, I couldn't help but think something was a little weird. It didn't seem plausible that a venue that hosted dozens of weddings and other special occasions every weekend would be so handicap-inaccessible. So my flutist and I poked around a little and -- what do you know, we found a fairly straightforward route out that involved no stairs and no kitchens. Ah, well. At least I can say I've been through the back passageways of the Old Mill!