高婆婆

Today I attended the memorial service of the grandmother of my childhood friend. I remember when I was little, and would go over to her house to play with my friend, I would see the grandmother and grandfather together. In their old house, the grandfather's desk was behind the two sofas in the basement. I remember playing on the rug in front of the TV with the old nintendo console. I remember when I was little, I thought the grandfather was weird, with his crossed eyes and slow walk. Only many years later, at his funeral service, did I realize he was blind and deaf from a stroke. I am very happy for the grandmother, that she can now be reunited with the love of her life in heaven after 10 long and painful years.
I remember she always make my favorite foods when I went over. She would make me potato salad, sushi, and inari. Definitely Taiwanese style, but a hint of her Japanese upbringing as well. She used to hand make all of her granddaughter's clothes for them. She was a professional seamstress. I liked the clothes she made, but now that I looked back, all the dresses looked kind of amish. I remember she made my first boxers, and other things that I remember going to my mom saying, "mom, this is too girly for me to wear."
I remember when the grandmother shared her past, her life in Taiwan. I remember the stories of how she met with her husband. After hearing the summary of her life today, I can finally piece together all the details in my mind. I can see her walking down the street with her white, wide-brimmed hat, with a stud of a guy chasing after her.
I will personally thank her for her tender care and ever steadfast care for her family in Weatherby Lake. She had a choice to leave, to live a more relaxed life, but I know her love for her children and grandchildren kept her alive and rooted. She was a person who loved God with a faith like none other. I wish one day I can live each day with an abiding attitude like hers. Maybe I should be trained in Japan too...

I write this because I miss this grandmother. Her name is Mei-Li Chen Kao, but in my heart she will always be 高婆婆. I hope that I will learn more from today, and when I go back to Taiwan, I can take the time out of shopping and eating and touring to spend time talking and listening to my own grandparents, to hear their stories, and to show them that I love them. Before it is too late.

I pray for all my friends who have lost a grandmother or grandfather this month. May they rest in peace, and be with the ones they love. They will always be watching from Heaven, smiling, and waiting for family to come home.

New City Fellowship

I will always remember in my heart why I went to this church.
I will always remember remember when i was sick, the old black lady that put her hands on me and told the demons to come out.
I will always remember the french lady who prayed for me non stop in a language I cannot understand.
I will always remember the Lowery's who put so much effort into raising their children that were adopted from another race.
I will always remember the Chappeaus no matter wut! Gerry with his energy!!! Sherri with her love and tenderness!! And the little ones.
I will always remember the pastor and his granddaughter, who taught me how to be humble.
I will always remember Christy and Jonathan, bless their wonderful marriage.
I will always remember Dan Massalagia, who sought God after his fight with drugs.
I will always remember the brokenness of the members, like the lady in the 2nd row who was raped for 3 days and 3 nights straight yet she can go up and praise God.
I will always remember, Nancy, the African refugee, who ran away after seeing her parents and siblings gunned down, yet finds fellowship here.
I will always remember, all the ladies, whom do not know english, yet whose shrills and yippees pierce through the worship.
I will always remember the child molester who spoke up how the guys of the world hurt the girls by making them inferior...talking to only pretty ones, and ignoring the others.
I will always remember the dance offs, the puppet shows, and the korean jacks.
I will always remember the ethiopian food, the korean food, the indian food, the pakistanian food that I've had there.
I will always remember the theatre, with its leaking roof, where I watched how God saves the broken.
I will always remember playing games in the dark dark corridors with friends.
I will always remember being woken up at 5am...so painful. Maybe i dont wanna remember that.
I will always remember the Veggie Tales singalongs, the indoor tent parties, and Princess Bride.
I will always remember the pinata parties, the lip balm game, and the outright craziness of people there.
I will always remember the late night talks, the closeness of people who deeply care for each other, head resting on strong shoulders, tears wiped away by warm hands.
I will always remember the children, always the children.
I will always remember everyone there who are so eager to seek God.
I will always remember everything I learned about social justice and Love there.

Goodbye.

Sillyness for the future and Prayer

I think...I hit a new record in # of gtalk windows open.

edit: i beat my record.



One day, we will all look back at this moment, and laugh. But for now, prayer is what I need. God is good, all the time, and all the time, God is good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8cAU475dQo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTCQBuYhq_s

It takes a painful event to show me how much everyone cares for me. Thank you. Thank you all!!!

Christmas's Greatest Gift

1. 有一件禮物，你收到沒有，眼睛看不到，你心會知道。
這一件禮物，心門外等候，是為了你準備別人不能收。

2. 親愛的朋友，你是否想到，馬槽的嬰孩，是為你而來。
親愛的朋友，你是否了解，最好的禮物是人子主耶穌。

副歌：生命有限，時光也會走，如果你不珍惜，機會難留。
　　　禮物雖然好，如果你不要，你怎麼能夠得到，怎麼能得到？

My Translation:
There is a gift, have you received it? Eyes cannot see, but your heart will know.
This gift waits at the heart's door, prepared only for you.

Dear friend, did you know? The child in the manger came for you.
Dear friend, do you understand? The best gift is the Jesus Christ.

Life is short, time's light will disappear. If you don't cherish, the opportunity won't last.
Though the gift is wonderful, if you don't accept it, how will you receive it? How will you receive it?

its hard to see it as a way to love

and to be loved,

in a relationship,
you are always seeking to be pleased,

instead of pleasing,

not even,

giving!

-advice to a friend (who told me to post it...-__-)

Be the man, give 100-0%


And the REAL love triangle



As you grow closer to God, you will grow closer to each other. He is the pillar. He is the foundation. The Pythagorean Theorem at its best :)

Courtesy of Richie

All I want is to be able to tell any girl that she is beautiful. From my heart, honestly, without other intentions but the truth. Because all girls are beautiful, and they deserve to be told that from someone with honest intentions.

Why is it so hard? And why can it be deemed as wrong in this society?

I strove towards that goal before, maybe I should take up this vision again.

(What I mean is, every single girl deserves to be told "you are beautiful" by every single guy)

A Girl's Heart

Can a girl like a guy just for his heart? Is it even possible?

Can a girl be attracted to a guy not for his looks, his academics, his talents (sports, music, art etc), his social standing (wealthy/talented family), or his social skills?

Can a girl be attracted to a guy for JUST his maturity, his caring, his intentions, his worldview, his spirituality, his gentleness, and his patience?

Stories, fantasies, and the Bible tell me yes.
Culture, TV, and real life tell me no.

Can a girl like me for just my heart then?

Better question...can I, Daniel Lee, like a girl for just her heart?