the way i am

My cover of Ingrid Michaelson's The Way I Am. You can check it out here :)

>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odvoD6tUSQg

vader tribute

I had a lot of fun making this! Maybe I should speak more in Vader-voice next time ;)

>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pi8SPqb2Quc

I value vulnerability, honesty, and openness, so I make an effort to show people the mess and the excitement in my life.

But there are just a few things in life that you wouldn't share with anyone easily in fear of God. Maybe all the more so when these thoughts and feelings are in their early stages. You only tell God because He absolutely knows what you're thinking and feeling. At least right now.

I don't know where all this will lead me. What I know for sure, is that I'm not ready just yet. Time will tell if I am thinking too much or seeking satisfaction in an idol instead. Or if it will blossom into something beautiful.

bragged

These two days I suddenly realized that in my brash eagerness to learn and experience God in the past year. I had actually bragged in Jesus' name. About my goal for this year, about my experiences with God, and my convictions.

If the me now were to be right there listening to the me nine months ago, I would either have cringed, felt awkward, or wonder how this girl could be so sure about herself and her future when it's ultimately unknown.

So awkward, so awkward, so awkward.

So glad that God forgives me as I repent of my pride and proud words.

To think I said this stuff to my ekklesia, the people I love, my beloved family in Christ.

So awkward!

king of anything

Jamming again with Daryl. Check him out at http://www.youtube.com/kenasai too!

On campus on a late Sunday afternoon to jam and feed mosquitoes at the same time. Other than that, it was great time trying to push our limits, like singing at the original key which I thought was too high. But I managed..could only be God!

daphvader

If you haven't seen it, it's the new project that I said I was working on. Now that the first video is up, I'm really excited and I'm working on more stuff. It's such a great way to push myself to explore how I can create or interpret music. I love it!



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You were

a Siamese twin who shared one heart with your slightly older brother.

The doctor had to operate to keep one of you alive, and your brother offered himself up instead. He asked the doctor to separate him from you. He ended up as a huge lump of severed flesh thrown away together with the rest of the biohazard waste of aborted babies, placentas, cancer, ovarian cysts, and amputated body parts.

You feel bad, but you know it's the only way for you to live.

Your brother was Jesus, who is also my brother.

We're all connected to each other through him because he died for us all.

You say so and so is the love of your life. Jesus says the same, and he literally practiced it to the full extent by dying for you. He's already died for you when no one else has! Unless you are one of the few amazingly fortunate people in GivesMeHope.com and accounts of war and violence. (WOW.)

Jesus did nothing wrong, but he chose to die for your hatred and blasphemy towards God...so that today you can choose to be alive, not with a heart of stone, but a beating, living heart of flesh.

You can run free and breathe free and play the guitar, eat ice cream, be with whom you love. Because your Brother gave up his life for you.

Great news is, he's come back to life. So will I when I die. He will return and we will be together again, in love with everyone who has followed him through peaceful lives, fire, amputation, gladiator fights, and all kinds of unthinkable suffering.

If it sounds radical, it is. Jesus is radical in his love for you...if only you would stop rejecting and discounting and see this truth that gives you life and freedom!

This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

The only messenger out of the twelve Jesus appointed
that died out of old age, 100-110 AD

(10 died in torture or execution according to traditional records, 1 committed suicide after betraying Jesus)

the heart connection

It's easy to ignore or rattle off the criticisms of someone you don't know...until you not only can put a face to this person who's so different from you, but your heart also connected with his.

I was just waiting for the bus one night and this guy sitting next to me asked me for the time. He had been scribbling notes on a scrap of paper and then tucked it away into his bag. He was dressed in a very neat and proper way. It's kind of Southern. He was waiting for his friend who was late.

We were both going to ask each other a question but somehow I got to ask my question, "So where are you from?" We realized that we had lived in the same state. Of all places in the world! He was the first American I met outside of the US who was from there. He still is.

We started chatting and he said he had been in the region for just a few years already and was looking forward to going back home soon. He said it felt very good to hear someone speak in a way he was familiar with. He sounded maybe more than a little homesick.

It was a really good five-ten minute chat. But when I asked him for his name, his face changed. It was just a short pause and his smile was gone in a quick hesitation. He showed me this plastic tag he had on his neatly pressed shirt that told me he was a Mormon. That would make sense, he was here for a pretty long mission trip.

I told him my name and I talked in a good way about some Mormon missionaries I met who wanted to reach deaf people. Soon after my bus came so I had to go.

I felt sooo overwhelmed on the bus. It was strange but I felt very strongly a flow of compassion coming out from me. It could only be Jesus doing it in my heart like the Bible's records of him feeling immediate love for strangers he met (Mark 6:34, 10:21).

I felt his pain strongly when he had to tell me his name since I asked. It wasn't really a name, just a last name that would typically be all the more generic in the polygamous family structure I think Mormons have. It was a faceless name that had no meaning to the personhood and wonderful personality God had given to this man.

I sensed that he was very lonely in his time here in a foreign country. He was thirsting for a friend who would appreciate him as a person, not as a faceless follower of a belief system. And religion seemed more of a big rock of burden than devotion for him. It seemed like we couldn't be friends now that he told me his name and thus his religious identity. He had to put on his missionary role now..after all, he is here as a missionary.

Now when I think of Mormons, I think of him. This charming man whom I feel pain for because he is defaced and caged in by religion. I was like that once...through my teenage years till I was 20 under the Christian religion.

Jesus, set him free with your truth! He's precious and charming just the way God has created him to be. He has unsurpassable value that you actually already died for him before he was born. Give him courage to find the real Jesus, break all the deceptions that has been bound onto him by Satan and others. Use your people to change his heart as he seeks you. Give him courage to leave his community when the time is right...into your arms and the love of your true followers!