…the faces you see..strangers…co-workers..past acquaintances……they speak of something…the culture…music we hear….the movies we see.. the arts we internalize…we understand…..we connect…they inspire… they speak of something…the way we think and feel…the way we love…the way we hate…they speak of something….the efforts we exert….. the work we put in…things in action…they speak of something…life…life…they speak of something marvelous….they speak of something incredible…we are wonderfully complex yet simple……the blood the flow through our veins..the logic that we synthesize in our head….the emotions that well up that need no explanation because it makes sense in not making sense…marvelous, exceedingly marvelous…that’s not all…that’s not the end….yes….they speak of life….yet that’s not all of life….they point toward something….something good like we see or feel?…yes..let me see….…we know goodness…look at us…we are the result of something good…take lookey …underneath…underneath….. …inside of us speaks of more…there’s something greater…there is something better….something more complete….huh…wait…what?….no way…no!…fallen…fallen….AAH!!!!…it’s not…we’re not….it can’t be…we can’t be..….short!....short!…we are not what we should be…not all we can be…AAAHH!!!!…..forget we….i’m tired..i’m weary… i don’t care…..i suck…HELP….HELp….HElp ….help...me….me……………...me..………
……ANSWER….thank you..thank yOU …thank YOU thANK YOU….THANK YOU!….Jesus…you are…you ARE….YOU ARE!…i fall down…..i fall down…..glory…glory…life life…marvelous..marvelous…..me…even more….HIM…HIM.
it is dreams that inspire me...my dreams are slowly being dismantled, demolished....ideals and expectations that i desire, demand the Lord to guide me toward achieving...dreams of how i would grandiosely serve Him...yet they do not stem from Him....they are a melting of ideals from conferences, books, and seminars....they are influenced by western culture, a sense of greatness lost in freedom and disregard for responsibility and seeming mundane ness...they have subconsciously inspire me to be great, even in serving God, rather than inspire me to be in awe and close to Him...they have seeped into my identity...that who i am is so focused on who i want to be and how i want to gloriously live out my life...that if i don't achieve these dreams, i am a failure...they have displaced the greatness of Christ, the satisfaction of life that has been given; moreover, that ought to be received, that ought to satisfy....how i need to regain an identity in the past...regardless of what i do, regardful of what was done in my behave....may my dreams be rooted in the past, at the cross - ultimate satisfaction...that success be founded in Him, in the past, not what i need to do....that my life be ultimately dreamt in the past in order that i may freely live it out in the future...
I love coupons! What is better than coupons? Double coupons! Having an elderly Father with elderly relatives has matured me in the usage of coupons. Actually, I love deals period. I would think most Chinese folks love deals. It’s a bonafide thrill, where you invest time and receive something far better in return. It involves research, timing, and competition, and execution. Fortunately for me, most of initial part is done my Dad and relatives. They scope out the deals, and even cut out of the coupons for me. I just drive to supermarket, grab the hidden deals before anybody else (though those Chinese ladies are usually quicker than me) and slap down the coupons. It’s like throwing down a full house in poker. The cashiers have no chance. They watche and weap while I rack in the deals! Yeah baby!
Just last month, I was able to purchase 4 boxes of Fruit Harvest for 1.50 each. How? Sales and double coupons! It’s not just a whammy, or even a double whammy; it’s a triple whammy!…Sale + coupon + double coupon. I tell ya, praise the Lord!
Admittedly, coupon usage takes a little time to get used to. It’s not the coolest thing to do. When you think of coupons, you think of families and elderly people. Most single adults don’t bother with the effort. At first, I was sort of embarrassing standing in line at a relative trendy supermarket with a wad of coupons stuffed in my pocket. Toward the guys, you can’t help but feel a little wussy, and toward the females, you can’t help but feel a bit boring. So how to do I react? Without them asking, I tell the cashiers my Dad insisted and sent me out on this mission. This way I don’t lose as much face because I somehow divert the embarrassment to my Dad. It’s true, but do I need to say it out loud? Hmm…yeah!
Anyhow, I’ve gotten accustomed to the execution, even in front of folks. Though I’m still a bit embarrassed, I’m grateful for the opportunity to share in the joy of deals. When I get home, my Dad’s first question: “Did you get anything?” My response, “yep!” I tell ya, I know more now where my true identity resides. It resides in the coupons that stems from my Dad who sought out the deals.
So I have an idea. You have investment clubs, book clubs, fantasy sports….heck, I’m going to create the first coupon club – cc! Like those clubs, we can share coupons and spur each other toward good deals. If we make it Christian, we can make it the CCC club or c^3 (c cube)….actually, scratch that idea. CC it is! Do we have any charter member volunteers?
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