<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160</id><updated>2012-02-26T01:46:30.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joe thinks that:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-846170013621586678</id><published>2012-01-24T00:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:47:24.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten tuesdays</title><content type='html'>top ten reasons why i'm holding off on buying a smart phone... for now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; I don't want to be a &lt;b&gt;slave to email/texting&lt;/b&gt;. It took me a while to stop religiously and obsessively checking email on my laptop. Big time-waster. I don't need to increase the temptation by putting email/internet in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Politeness&lt;/b&gt; fail. I see people constantly glued to their phones. Head down, eyes squinted and glazed, both thumbs scrolling... completely distracted. No thanks. How about saying. "Hi" and staying engaged in the conversation the whole time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;"I can &lt;b&gt;Google anything&lt;/b&gt;, anytime." Great, now we think we're experts on everything (not even close). I like putting my senses to work and exploring the world to get some answers. Might not get an answer in .0023 seconds, but my brain = superior search engine. Try asking a human expert and traveling more - works pretty well and you'll remember it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Battery&lt;/b&gt; fail. If used to its full capability, most smart phones don't last very long (maybe 1 day). Good luck traveling or trying to enjoy nature. My "stupid phone" battery lasts like 3 days no problem. "Stupid phones" FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Read/note&lt;/b&gt; fail. When reading books, most notably the Bible, via smart phone, you're just limited. You can only view a couple of verses at a time, it's difficult to gain a greater scope of the passage and you can't read and take notes on your phone at the same time. Somebody please figure out a better way. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Patience&lt;/b&gt; fail. In the world of BBM, IM, texting - people expect instant replies. If not? Instant memory loss and instant flare ups. Instant gratification much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;ADD &lt;/b&gt;fail. With hundreds and thousands of applications available for use on smart phones, people are way too distracted. We're fickle and forgetful as is and are terrible multi-taskers. Currently, smart phones don't help us get more focused, just more distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Memory&lt;/b&gt; fail. When was the last time you memorized anything? Birthday, phone number, email address... I used to have everything memorized. Now my brain is mush and I need to rely on things like Facebook, GoogleCalendar to remind me. No WiFi access + Battery fail + Power outage = memory blackout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Awareness&lt;/b&gt; fail. Ear phones plugged into ears, hoodie over head, eyes averted, thumbs on smart phone screen = isolated hermit. Lots happening in life, but we miss out behind our technology/social media walls. Not to mention, pesky unaware pedestrians who almost get hit by car drivers who are texting. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. All your eggs in one basket&lt;/b&gt;. If you lose your smart phone, you are screwed. For example: Banks and credit companies are trying to make it so that you can pay for things with a swipe of your smart phone. If you steal someone's smart phone, you'd have access to... everything. No thanks. Go ahead and take my cellphone, identity thieves, you won't get squat... Sucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All joking aside, I don't really have anything against smart phones and "technology". They're fast, can do tons of things "regular" cell phones can't, and can make life easier and more efficient. And they're awesome in helping people stay connected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In most cases, it's not the technology itself that is the "issue" - it's undisciplined, inconsiderate people that give technology a bad rap. Myself included. We the people have the responsibility and choice of how we use our resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?" - Ariel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward a year from now...  and I'll be a smart phone slave too. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the irony... end blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-846170013621586678?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/846170013621586678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-ten-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/846170013621586678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/846170013621586678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-ten-tuesdays.html' title='top ten tuesdays'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3394061819177044386</id><published>2012-01-19T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:09:13.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you thursdays: true bread</title><content type='html'>This week, I'm thankful for this reminder from Jesus in the book of Matthew, chapter 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Man does not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church folk - we're fasting together this week. While breaking fast one evening, I got a little too excited about food and bought a few too many sandwiches for myself. I conveniently forgot that while fasting, your stomach tends to shrink and your appetite for food diminishes (and I've been doing this how long...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't finish and was left with a full stomach and leftover food. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to the Israelites who grew tired of the bread God provided from heaven and "craved meat". Wait a tic, rewind: God gave His people BREAD FROM HEAVEN. Every. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PKKKEEWWWWWWWAWAWAAAAAA~* (mind. blown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came the real bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woj"&gt;“I tell you the truth, you want to be with me because I fed you, not because you understood the miraculous signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woj"&gt;But don’t be so concerned about perishable things like food. Spend your energy seeking the eternal life that the Son of Man can give you. For God the Father has given me the seal of his approval.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They replied, “We want to perform God’s works, too. What should we do?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus told them, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“This is the only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work God wants from you&lt;/span&gt;: Believe in the one he has sent.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They answered, “Show us a miraculous sign if you want us to believe in you. What can you do?  After all, our ancestors ate manna while they journeyed through the  wilderness! The Scriptures say, ‘Moses gave them bread from heaven to  eat.’” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus said, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“I tell you the truth, Moses didn’t give you bread from heaven. My Father did. And now he offers you the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; true bread&lt;/span&gt; from heaven.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;The true bread of God is the one who comes down from heaven and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gives life&lt;/span&gt; to the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sir,” they said, “give us that bread every day." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woj"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the bread of life&lt;/span&gt;. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- John 6:26-35 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am still trying to fill myself with Wendy's Jr.Cheeseburger Deluxes. 99 cents each. Cheap substitutes for the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Desire Fast 2012. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3394061819177044386?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3394061819177044386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-thursdays-true-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3394061819177044386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3394061819177044386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-thursdays-true-bread.html' title='thank you thursdays: true bread'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5302770702461803643</id><published>2011-12-29T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:50:24.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you thursdays</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Tuesdays, Working Wednesdays, and now Thank You Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Because at least once a week, I want to reflect back and give thanks. I  need to do that more. Regain perspective and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for family. We're figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family takes real work = understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to book a professional photographer for our family picture this past week because it's the first time our whole family has been together in the same place for more than 10 hours since.... a couple of years now? But it was Christmas weekend and every photographer was booked so we pulled something together on our own in the living room, last minute. True Yun family-style. Wouldn't have it any other way. We figure things out as we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone. Christmas Eve 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYBwtZOBSs/TvwZgS1mtZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ihgnWgVNQgE/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYBwtZOBSs/TvwZgS1mtZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ihgnWgVNQgE/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691452071692645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom and the kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(homygosh i'm a giant. seriously.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGVGhs89vM/TvwZgu3242I/AAAAAAAAAF4/v4qyPrwlxI0/s1600/IMG_2938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGVGhs89vM/TvwZgu3242I/AAAAAAAAAF4/v4qyPrwlxI0/s400/IMG_2938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691452079218287458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just the guys: me, Dad, John at Princeton Battlefield. Where men stand and fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgGh8u3uZ2A/TvwalfAP8AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5N7biJ4k9E0/s1600/IMG_2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgGh8u3uZ2A/TvwalfAP8AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5N7biJ4k9E0/s400/IMG_2843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691453260369489922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgGh8u3uZ2A/TvwalfAP8AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5N7biJ4k9E0/s1600/IMG_2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i just noticed my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's reaction to my new haircut:&lt;br /&gt;"Ermmm......so where did you get your hair cut again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'm figuring that out too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5302770702461803643?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5302770702461803643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-thursdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5302770702461803643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5302770702461803643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-thursdays.html' title='thank you thursdays'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcYBwtZOBSs/TvwZgS1mtZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ihgnWgVNQgE/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7105658400000129645</id><published>2011-12-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:55:17.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that game</title><content type='html'>I play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that game &lt;/span&gt;all the time. And whenever I do, the end result is the same. Imagine for a minute: a game where you can know the outcome every single time because it's the same every time. What would that be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;game.... The Blame Game. Blame - not to be confused with Credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one game where I usually start it, and I am the one who can end it any time I choose. It's really up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to start The Blame Game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think: If only ______&lt;br /&gt;Ask: What is wrong with her/him?&lt;br /&gt;Dwell on: Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to keep the game going:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim: He/she/they/you should have _______&lt;br /&gt;Defend: You don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;Explain: You don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to end the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take: Full responsibility. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize and forgive if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;... it's usually necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like yelling at the curb after tripping over it. It was already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, but do not perceive the plank in your own eye?" - Luke 6:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7105658400000129645?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7105658400000129645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7105658400000129645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7105658400000129645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-game.html' title='that game'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-8694945620690257328</id><published>2011-12-20T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:18:58.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>full</title><content type='html'>A friend was sharing with me earlier that he was just tired. Not your everyday, "I could've slept a bit earlier" tired, but... tired. You know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired from working. Tired from worrying. Tired from over-thinking things. Tired from smiling on the outside when you're gasping for breath on the inside. Tired from trying to steer the reins of life and taking control. Tired from trying to prove yourself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to understand Jesus more and more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me - watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep good company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that despite my tired condition, I am filled with this unexplainable peace from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full. My soul, at rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-8694945620690257328?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/8694945620690257328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8694945620690257328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8694945620690257328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/full.html' title='full'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7354670998980150618</id><published>2011-12-14T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:54:47.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Wednesdays: Co-Workers</title><content type='html'>A bit of a misnomer, since for now, I have most Wednesdays off from work... but I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-workers: Besides my roommates, the people I see most throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the first people I see every morning, my co-workers are usually the ones to ask, "How's it going today?" and often the first ones we get to debrief with about what we did last night. "So, what did you last night? What did you do over the weekend?" and bouncing off ideas of what to do next: "What are you up to this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know anybody who exclusively talks about work-related things at the workplace. Topics of conversation with co-workers include relationship talk, why  other co-workers behave(d) a certain way, dreams about our future,  explaining how our families are like, why you studied that major in  school, describing our hometowns, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that for most of us we consider life outside of work "real life". So work then becomes this bubble that we desperately try not to mix in with everything else. Work often becomes a departure from "everything else", so it oddly becomes the space in which we can reminisce, reflect and reference our "real lives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships with our co-workers may start off as strictly  professional, but they usually morph into sounding boards for other  aspects of our lives so we can get refocused and re-inspired after  work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual work itself can be enjoyable. But even the most enjoyable work - even if it's your "passionate interest" can get old = human nature. That whole, "I love my job! I wake up every morning excited to see what's in store!" .... true - but c'mon now, only on some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this conversation the other day about the difference between college life and working life (I still live in a college town). Why are college students so fickle and emotional rollercoasters? They're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all over the place&lt;/span&gt;. It's because their environments are not designed for stability and consistency. That's not necessarily bad - because that makes for the perfect breeding ground for idealism, exploration and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that people get tripped up over in the working life? How structured and mundane and "same old same old" it can get. And one of the key things to getting through the work week? Solid co-workers that you can connect with on a human-level and just be yourself around - especially when your work can make you feel like you're a small gear in a big unrelenting impersonal machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important when I'm on a road trip? The actual destination? The weather? Road conditions? Rest stop availabilities? Type of car I'm driving? More than those, it's the passengers I'm with. If life is more about the journey than the destination itself, then what makes for a good journey is good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do what I do? I can say "for God". True. But how did my idea, expression and understanding of God even come into being? Rubbing lots of shoulders with lots of people. Because there were people in my life who got me to where I am today to even allow me to do what I do. Others. It's what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and appreciate your co-workers. The reciprocation makes work worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7354670998980150618?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7354670998980150618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-wednesdays-co-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7354670998980150618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7354670998980150618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-wednesdays-co-workers.html' title='Working Wednesdays: Co-Workers'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-261856058929010937</id><published>2011-11-26T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:44:59.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>listen</title><content type='html'>Talk is cheap. Listening is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear that joke? "Conversation: a vocal competition in which the one who is catching his breath is called the listener"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was warned by somebody to avoid stepping on a gift bag, which was laying close to my feet at the time. I heard the warning but didn't pay close attention. Eventually, I ended up crushing the gift bag with my feet - not because I forgot that it was there but because I did not pay attention to the fact that it was someone else's gift bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oops! Is this a gift bag?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yea, I told you. You don't listen to me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention is central in loving. To be clear, I'm not talking about being an attention-hog and people-pleaser. I'm talking about active listening. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology and certain responsibilities have revealed my selfishness - I feel the great need to express myself (Tweet, Facebook status, blog, counsel) but don't care to put in the hard work of listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courageous Christ-follower, Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote, "The first service one owes to others in the community involves listening to them. Just as our love for God begins with listening to God's Word, the beginning of love for other Christians is learning to listen to them. God's love for us is shown by the fact that God not only gives us God's Word, but also lends us God's ear.... so often Christians, especially preachers, think that their only service is always to have to 'offer' something when they are together with people. They forget that listening can be a greater service than speaking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention denotes significance. You want to love somebody? Pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nudge&lt;/span&gt;, Leonard Sweet writes, "To pay attention requires availability... the  capacity of being available, or being willing to interrupt your work and  your agenda for generous acts. [It] involves noticing and nudging  people by giving them more than a name tag or even a name... it is  interrupting your personal agenda to enter into the reality of who they  are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for those spectacular moments of sudden inspiration and grandiose supernatural visions that leave me with incredible highs - but how many times have I ignored the whispers from God? How many times have I completely bypassed the nudges of love in the everyday moments with the people that I take for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this season of Thanksgiving, I'm reminded that thankfulness is not a passive emotion, but one that requires a resolute  response. To be thankful implies humility. And what is humility - the recognition of who I really am in light of who God is, and that He is greater. The essence of John 3:30. I'm thankful for my God who listens to me, and for placing people in my life who have listened. I resolve to be available. I resolve to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-261856058929010937?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/261856058929010937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/261856058929010937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/261856058929010937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen.html' title='listen'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-272959316435605336</id><published>2011-10-25T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:30:49.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>I love breakfast foods. They're pretty much the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 places to get breakfast in Ann Arbor (that I've personally visited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Denny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from New Jersey, where we have a family-owned diner every few blocks. Denny's is NOT a real diner. But it does have ridiculous deals and they're open 24/7 AND can seat a lot of people at once. Accessibility puts Denny's in the top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; was just too fancy to be a bagel store - they sell soup, salads, sandwiches, pasta... doesn't quite fit in as a true breakfast place. But the free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt; and the cozy places to sit in and contemplate life while munching on one of those crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cinammon&lt;/span&gt; Sugar-coated bagels can be nice in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Breugger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bagels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the standard for me all throughout undergrad. Especially on Sunday mornings when we used to wake up a lot earlier to set up for church, everyone was munching on these bagels. It's been there before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;. It's open early and closes early, just like a bagel shop should. And they primarily serve bagels, which is appropriate and simple. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Mr.Greek's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit lower on the list because their portion size went down and prices went up over the years. Still decent though. Go for the Hercules breakfast, it's got everything you want in a breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a special place in my heart for "Mickey D's" breakfasts. I travel(ed) a lot and a McDonald's Big Breakfast was comfort food for the road. Good memories associated with this one. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McGriddles&lt;/span&gt; are pure awesomeness. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fleetwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a dirty, dingy place with greasy borderline-questionable breakfast food. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THAT's&lt;/span&gt; a DINER! First time there was during my freshman year. My Jersey friend and I hiked over in the bitter cold because we were having diner-withdrawal. Waitress comes up, "Can I take your order? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ACHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!" Snot and boogers EVERYWHERE. We promptly ordered and devoured the hippie hash. Glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Selma Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I haven't been here yet from what I hear, it's exactly my kind of deal. A family opens up their Ann Arbor home on Friday mornings where guest chefs cook breakfasts for guests. Run by the family and a small army of volunteers, you get to rub shoulders with Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Arborites&lt;/span&gt;, eat a home-cooked meal in... a home... and support local farms (all fresh, locally grown ingredients) and local businesses. It's the "real deal". This place is on my To Visit list for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Angelo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainstay of Ann Arbor. Classic. Good service, just the right amount of hustle-bustle - just the right kind of breakfast atmosphere. Get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;omelet and their freshly baked raisin bread&lt;/span&gt;. Hugely satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Afternoon Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered this little guy while working security across the street at the public library. Wandered over for lunch one day and had a milkshake. Brought ALL the boys to the yard. Get the meat boule. Four different kinds of meat scrambled into eggs, dripping with cheese all jammed into a cantaloupe-sized bread bowl. It'll put some hair on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have my fridge stocked with eggs, sausage, cheese, milk, bread for toast, and cereal. I can have breakfast whenever I want in whatever attire I choose. And I can even choose to pass out on a full stomach afterwards on my comfortable couch. There's no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite breakfast place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow-up on previous post coming in next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-272959316435605336?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/272959316435605336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-ten-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/272959316435605336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/272959316435605336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-ten-tuesdays.html' title='Top Ten Tuesdays'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7792430712787482956</id><published>2011-10-21T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:10:00.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"But my heart's not in it"</title><content type='html'>I've been saying and hearing this phrase over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;and I know it's good for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but my heart is not in it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, friends, is an excuse. What this phrase actually means is simply "Nah, I don't feel like it. Leave me alone. I do what I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being honest and straight up. However, our "honesty" should not serve as an excuse to not do what is right, good, necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obeying and following God is not primarily dependent on how we feel at the moment or whether or not our "heart" is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude implies that I am the Master in my relationship with God. That God's will and work needs to wait on how I feel and whether or not I feel happy enough, satisfied enough, and "ready enough". In my selfishness, I am demanding that God wait and serve me and that I dictate when and how things will get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, a servant having this attitude towards his master: "Yea, master, I hear you. And I know what you're asking and requiring of me. But I don't feel like it at the moment. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;is not really into the work right now. And I want to do your work 'wholeheartedly'. So, maybe later. Thanks for understanding. I'll be in my room to be alone now. I'll come back when I feel like I'm more into it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I know that by saying, "my heart is not in it" I may be just attempting to excuse myself from doing what's good, right, and needed, then how should I approach all this? Isn't it true that there will be many times where I don't feel like doing something? And as a Christ-follower I'm commanded to rejoice always, trust God wholeheartedly, and love God - aren't those "heart" issues? Won't I be one of those hypocrites offering only lip-service to God if my heart is not in it but I keep doing things anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work now, more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;Stay sharp. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7792430712787482956?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7792430712787482956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/10/but-my-hearts-not-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7792430712787482956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7792430712787482956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/10/but-my-hearts-not-in-it.html' title='&quot;But my heart&apos;s not in it&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-6328368852598371496</id><published>2011-09-21T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:35:18.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>totally opposite</title><content type='html'>"Don't take risks... You're awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this tag line on an advertisement displayed in one of the University of Michigan student bookstores. It's for an online service which allows students to order their textbooks ahead of time instead of waiting last minute and "risking" not being able to get what they want. Seems like a helpful business, but I couldn't help but be turned off by their whole advertising scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of their tag lines:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take risks because risk is stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? At best, this whole idea of "playing it safe" and "taking control of your life" is delusional. Sorry to bust &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;bubble, but life doesn't roll like that. I thought most people over the age of 2 knew this - that we seldom get our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without taking risks, we will just live to survive and carry out a self-centered, mediocre life. Fixed ways of life are always safe, but allows little room for faith. And by constantly thinking that we're "so awesome"... well, personally, I don't need any more superficial ego-boosts. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;helplessly proud, thank you very much. This whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not risking, you're awesome&lt;/span&gt; business is so comforting and safe but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; totally opposite &lt;/span&gt;of the Gospel, anti-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're constantly bombarded by these advertisements that sustain an illusion - a detachment from reality. It is in this illusion where I get lost and full of myself - the perfect breeding ground for pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility is recognizing who I really am in light of who God is and His great mercies. That I did nothing to gain salvation, but in order to obtain the fullness of life that I have to be willing to risk it all for the Christ who gave His all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...we rely on what Christ Jesus has done for us. We put no confidence in human effort, though I could have confidence in my own effort if anyone could. Indeed, if anyone has reason for confidence in their own efforts, I have more!...&lt;br /&gt;I once thought these things [background, experience, abilities, achievements] were valuable but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage so that I could gain Christ and become one with him. I no longer count on my own righteousness through obeying the law; rather, I become righteous through faith in Christ. For God's way of making us right with himself depends on faith. I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Philippians 3:3b-4, 7-11 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-6328368852598371496?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/6328368852598371496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-opposite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6328368852598371496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6328368852598371496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-opposite.html' title='totally opposite'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3969285585082985199</id><published>2011-08-19T05:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:02:15.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lifetime decisions</title><content type='html'>I recently made a decision that will stick with me for a lifetime. Cost me $35 in the moment, but will hopefully open many doors in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me think: Wait a tic - aren't all decisions like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded today of the importance of every thought, every word and every action.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful that in Christ, all of those things can be redeemed for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3969285585082985199?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3969285585082985199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifetime-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3969285585082985199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3969285585082985199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifetime-decisions.html' title='lifetime decisions'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7199849951412611294</id><published>2011-08-12T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:53:46.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>For the most part, I don't watch TV and try to avoid reality TV. But no matter how gaudy, infuriatingly stupid, and unnecessarily staged and dramatic reality TV shows are... c'mon, I know we all secretly watch 'em. There's something about watching other people go through life's dramatic and not so dramatic moments where we feel we have a special connection with the protagonists - because we know (or desperately hope) that it's all "really real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this one show, &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/top-shot"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the History Channel from some other Marines. Thought I'd check it out. I blazed through 2 seasons (almost 20 hours!) in about 2 weeks. Sick. But it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 expert marksmen hand-picked from all walks of life compete against one another for a prize. There's everyone from military, law enforcement, exhibition shooters, competitive shooters, and hunters. They shoot a variety of rifles, pistols, and primitive weapons set up in all kinds of crazy courses to test their skills. For most of the time, they must work in teams. The top few finalists go head to head as individual competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool part about this show is that there is a real sense of respect and overall maturity between the contestants. Can't quite put a finger on it, but this is just what manhood is all about. Integrity, leadership, helping one another out, doing what's right, learning something new, and adapting and overcoming new challenges. Very different and way cooler than most other reality TV shows out there. The contestants respect one another's talents and experiences, and keep the drama to a minimum. Simply, politics and emotions aside, they just want to compete against the best and know that they've earned the title of "Top Shot" in a legitimate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I want to highlight two guys in Season 2: Chris and George. Chris is a hunter and outdoors man, and George is a military sniper and they grew to be close friends throughout their time competing together. Both make it to the final three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="attachment wp-att-9408" href="http://militarytimes.com/blogs/gearscout/2011/04/26/qa-with-chris-reed-winner-of-top-shot-season-2/chrisw/"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-9408 " style="border: 1px solid black; margin: 5px;" src="http://militarytimes.com/blogs/gearscout/files/2011/04/chrisw.jpg" alt="" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Season 2's last three contestants, from left to right: George, Chris, Brian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's host asks each competitor beforehand what they plan on doing if they win the $100,000 grand prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: Buy 2 guns every week for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Put my kids through college.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Put my kid through school and the rest of it goes into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing Chris and Brian, George remarks: I'm single with no dependents. I have no commitments. When I heard Chris and Brian putting their kids through college, makes me feel kinda bad about beating them in this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the show, George comes off as a cocky meat-head from Jersey who's always throwing around snide remarks. In fact, there are a bunch of blogs and posts dedicated to calling George a gigantic "d-bag". To me, it's all in good fun - mostly "locker room talk" - a little trash talking here and there.  But in a completely unexpected move, George surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/hmcc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/hmcc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/topshotonhistory/images/d/d2/Controversial_shot.jpg" class="image" name="Controversial shot.jpg" id="Controversial_shot-jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;figcaption class="thumbcaption"&gt;&lt;/figcaption&gt;During the final three elimination challenge, Chris chokes on a shot and George is in a position to easily take advantage and knock Chris out of the competition. Instead, George purposely misses an easy shot putting Chris back on the board. A very controversial shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/topshotonhistory/images/d/d2/Controversial_shot.jpg" class="image" name="Controversial shot.jpg" id="Controversial_shot-jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110428010916/topshotonhistory/images/thumb/d/d2/Controversial_shot.jpg/200px-Controversial_shot.jpg" class="thumbimage" width="200" height="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George claims that he'd rather know for sure that he was beat fair and square by a better shooter than winning by forfeiture. But judging by the two men's reactions, it was clear that George's actions were selfless. George, fully capable of winning the whole competition, willingly put himself on the line and put Chris before himself out of respect and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George misses his next shot and gets eliminated, Chris and Brian go head to head, and Chris ends up winning the whole thing. It was so cool because right from the get-go, Chris served and led his team, helping them every step of the way. Even during the individual competitions, Chris was the one giving feedback to his competitors and always going out of his way to help them perform better. Selfless leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selflessness comes with rewards. When it's all about winning for yourself, sometimes you actually end up losing no matter what the outcome of the game. When you strive to win for others, there's more purpose and urgency behind your win. But when you lose so that another may win, that's sacrificial love, and there's true victory in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the Gospel - in a show about shooting weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough reality TV... back to "real" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7199849951412611294?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7199849951412611294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/08/reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7199849951412611294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7199849951412611294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/08/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7136276933302268740</id><published>2011-06-08T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:17:43.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Wednesdays: My Day Job</title><content type='html'>I was actually laid off a few weeks ago and have been out of a job since. Job hunting has actually been eye-opening: I've been looking for just about anything and everything that fits my schedule. My mindset is to try something new and develop new skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One main difference that I've seen in myself compared to past years? I place far less value on the career and job title itself than on the actual opportunity. I'm more and more confident in how God has been working in me, in my character - and seeing that my career does not define me. A job and paycheck are not where I place my self-worth, but my job is a mere vehicle on which I get to live out the purposes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26286"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt; Then they asked him, “What must we do to do the works God requires?” &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26287"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt; Jesus answered, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7136276933302268740?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7136276933302268740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/06/working-wednesdays-opportunity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7136276933302268740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7136276933302268740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/06/working-wednesdays-opportunity.html' title='Working Wednesdays: My Day Job'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-2271089695369711872</id><published>2011-05-25T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:19:26.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>true</title><content type='html'>"If you aren't making mistakes, you aren't innovating. If you are making the same mistakes, you aren't learning." - Rick Warren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-2271089695369711872?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/2271089695369711872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/05/true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2271089695369711872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2271089695369711872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/05/true.html' title='true'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1812352075487544115</id><published>2011-05-03T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:33:25.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesdayzzz</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Things to Do to Stay Awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleeeeepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Drink water/coffee/soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Close eyes. Rub eyeballs vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never-ending push-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Scream-sing to loud music (especially if you're driving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wash the face with some nice cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Slap yourself in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have someone else slap you... in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dangerous: Attempt a power nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just surrender and succumb to sweet sweet sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game.over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1812352075487544115?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1812352075487544115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-ten-tuesdayzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1812352075487544115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1812352075487544115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-ten-tuesdayzzz.html' title='Top Ten Tuesdayzzz'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5920680953371433616</id><published>2011-04-28T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:03:31.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pic of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SopXGHxsjY8/TbY5cUVeuiI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ZRFQepCx3U/s1600/jaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SopXGHxsjY8/TbY5cUVeuiI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ZRFQepCx3U/s400/jaded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599726345339714082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Harmonica Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ann Arbor, Michigan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5920680953371433616?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5920680953371433616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5920680953371433616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5920680953371433616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-moment.html' title='pic of the moment'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SopXGHxsjY8/TbY5cUVeuiI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ZRFQepCx3U/s72-c/jaded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5102378088216751155</id><published>2011-04-27T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:00:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>On a rotational basis and based purely on my own opinion, I shall start "Top 10 Tuesdays". I figure this will get me to post more regularly. Topics will vary depending on whatever I feel like at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten Things to do during Finals Week (if you're not a student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Catch up on sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Read for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;3. Take time to cook dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a cup of coffee or tea and listen to some music&lt;br /&gt;5. Organize and clean... everything...&lt;br /&gt;6. Skim through old journals and blogs&lt;br /&gt;7. Go for a jog&lt;br /&gt;8. Finally answer all those starred emails&lt;br /&gt;9. Call folks and catch up&lt;br /&gt;10. Pray for the students taking finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and try not to rub in the students' faces that I don't have to take exams :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5102378088216751155?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5102378088216751155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/top-ten-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5102378088216751155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5102378088216751155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/top-ten-tuesdays.html' title='Top Ten Tuesdays'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-4771167973473460480</id><published>2011-04-18T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:43:28.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>story time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a re-post from October 31, 2006 (from my old blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:7;"&gt;very short stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hemingway  once wrote a story in six words ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn")  and is said to have called it his best work. Here are some stories from  well-known authors across genres and mediums.&lt;br /&gt;- taken from &lt;em&gt;"Very Short Stories". &lt;u&gt;Wired Magazine&lt;/u&gt;. Nov. 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Batang;"&gt;machine. Unexpectedly, I'd invented a time&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alan Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Longed for him. Got him. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Margaret Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Gregory Maguire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Vernor Vinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Impact;font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S BEHIND YOU! HURRY BEFORE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kartika;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went solar; the sun went nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ken MacLeod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;To save human kind, he died again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ben Bova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Richard Powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!!&lt;/span&gt; ... nobody there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Harry Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Terminal;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing I did. Was a gift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-JY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can only use six words.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, only six worded comments accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not only, but try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-4771167973473460480?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/4771167973473460480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4771167973473460480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4771167973473460480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-time.html' title='story time!'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-8692910170784683670</id><published>2011-04-17T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:15:46.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>I just got back from another weekend "training" with the Marine Corps. Although at this point, the word "training" is a bit of a misnomer because "training" implies that there is a main event one is getting prepared for in advance. This may have been true for me about a few years ago, but alas, I am "checking out" - ending my stint in the Marine Corps in the next couple of months. So, any kind of opportunity where those skills gained during "training" can actually pay off is out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save you from the long back-story and boring details of how and why I got to this place where I'm at now with the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a little on what went down this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;We did a demo range. We blew stuff up. Since I am 99% certain I will never work with demolitions again, I thought to myself, "What can I take away from this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it was the small things that I noted/were reinforced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting one another's backs or looking out for your own is infinitely more important than gaining anything for yourself. Because if you look out for others - those "others" will look out for you. If you only look out only for yourself, you will find yourself all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brilliance in the basics - don't overlook the basic, small things - like hygiene and physical fitness. Just do them everyday and do them well - they're like long term investments. They pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just keep it real. Nobody likes a suck-up or a "&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/motard"&gt;motard&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone's cold, everyone's miserable, everyone's tired, everyone's hungry. The one who can get past these givens and still charge on ahead will benefit from that experience. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will take someone who has initiative with poor judgment over a passive person any day. Any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Transformation is making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a young Marine when he first came in was extremely shy and unsure of himself, I'll call him Steve. Steve kept to himself, rarely socialized and seemed really out of place. The rest of us worked hard at him, doing everything and anything to help him adjust to life as we knew it. A few years later, Steve's really coming out of his shell. He takes the initiative, is developing as a leader and is visibly more self-confident. He's always putting himself out there, failing many times, getting  humiliated even - but he learns from his failures and mistakes and  doesn't get down on himself. Though Steve is still a bit socially awkward, doesn't exude machismo and not who you'd deem the Marine Corps prototype - his teachability and genuine personality makes him one of the more loved Marines in our unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Marines try really hard at fitting into whatever they perceive is the Marine Corps mold. Who can blame 'em? Most are 18 year olds who haven't quite discovered themselves and are just trying to be accepted into a culture of what they deem as ultimate manhood. But Steve got it right. He doesn't fit into the Marine Corps mold. Instead, he's kept true to himself and is willing to learn new things along the way. He's molded the Marine Corps experience around himself so that it's become a part of him, but he has not based his entire identity on the Corps alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the very lesson an older, wiser Marine tried teaching me in &lt;a href="http://its-joeyun.xanga.com/513944196/item/"&gt;my first year in the Corps&lt;/a&gt;. "Semper Fidelis" means not only doing what you're supposed to be doing, but to keep true to yourself and your own faith first. I'm glad that in my final year in the Corps, I was able to witness the truth behind his words, exemplified by a young Marine just starting off in his career. I trust having that old lesson reiterated to me again this past weekend is good preparation for what's to come for me after I'm finished with the Marine Corps. I guess that counts for good training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-8692910170784683670?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/8692910170784683670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8692910170784683670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8692910170784683670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/04/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-4109089449595695484</id><published>2011-03-11T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:19:13.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember the Lord, who is great and glorious, and fight for your  brothers, your sons, your daughters, your wives, and your homes!” - Nehemiah 4:14b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is messy and joyous. Family is who we can be ourselves  around. Family takes time, effort and patience to make it work. We don't choose who gets to join our family. We're born into  it.  We don't give up on family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is family - a spiritual family. Up until recently, I saw church as just an inhuman institution. I was  grateful for the programs, classes, missions trips, serving  opportunities, teachings, and responsibilities. But it wasn't until I was at a point where I was so frustrated, about to tear what little hair I have out, losing sleep, laughing, crying, overjoyed and going through a whole mess of things that I realized that church is family. Only one kind of people makes me feel all those things - family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really started seeing church as it really is - Christ  followers. Messed up people who are living by the grace of God,  following after Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for this family. I am so grateful for this church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ne9DzfH3Ej0" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is messy and joyous. Church is who we can be ourselves  around. Church takes time, effort and patience to make it work. We don't choose who gets to join our church. We're born into  it.  We don't give up on church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-4109089449595695484?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/4109089449595695484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4109089449595695484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4109089449595695484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ne9DzfH3Ej0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-333522761850529643</id><published>2011-03-06T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:23:08.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Wednesdays: Collective Meltdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVKnF26qFFM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVKnF26qFFM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our "busy season" until May or so.&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-333522761850529643?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/333522761850529643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-wednesdays-collective-meltdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/333522761850529643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/333522761850529643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-wednesdays-collective-meltdown.html' title='Working Wednesdays: Collective Meltdown'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-672862094341463879</id><published>2011-03-06T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:46:28.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>open wide</title><content type='html'>At the dentist's office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: "Open wide... looks like you've got a couple of cracked molars, a developing cavity, and there's heavy wear on your teeth. You grind your teeth at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I do? I had no idea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... first dentist visit in over a year and I have a mouthful of goodies to show for it. And all this time, I actually thought I was doing OK. This is the human condition. We just don't know ourselves very well and it takes someone with a bright light, mirror and a fine-pointed tool to reveal the decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, after 20-odd years of brushing my own teeth, I actually learned the proper technique of keeping my teeth clean from the dental hygienist. It's kind of like learning to blow my nose the right way for the first time a few years ago. No joke. Mimicry and following examples will only go so far without proper instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way to get it right - being willing to admit at any given moment that there is a better way than my own. Then opening my life for examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this verse today and was reminded that I just don't know myself on many levels, and that someone above me, who is in a better position to judge, can make a better call than I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 16:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People may be pure in their own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;    but the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; examines their motives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush twice. Floss. Every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-672862094341463879?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/672862094341463879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-wide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/672862094341463879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/672862094341463879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-wide.html' title='open wide'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7378369016703965594</id><published>2011-01-25T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:42:45.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Wednesdays: Uniforms</title><content type='html'>I always learn a lot from working. I've been working nearly non-stop, earning wages since I was 11 years old. That's more than half my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order: I've worked as a paper boy, neighborhood babysitter, Japanese-style tutor, sushi waiter, men's dress clothes salesman, a professional soldier, gourmet food salesman, security guard, elementary school teacher, library bookshelver, personal assistant to an author, and now I work in an office as part of "client services" (an all-around office assistant/clerk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first "Working Wednesdays" post - thoughts, lessons learned, memorable moments and occasional venting from the working life. Most posts will probably be reflective of my current job, and some will be reminiscent of life-long principles learned from previous jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on uniforms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you put on a uniform, you represent something outside of yourself. Everything you do, neglect to do, say or forget to say doesn't only reflect you, but the whole company. Putting on a uniform is symbolic, a responsibility, privilege, and burden all wrapped up in a polo shirt. Think about cops. A cop pulled me over in the state of ____ a couple of months ago - I was speeding, and he was a total jerk. Therefore, my impression of ALL the cops in that state? All jerks. Of course that's not true, but that's just the way we think - in categories, labels and neat generalizations. It's easier that way, to stereotype; we don't have to take the extra effort to get to know people as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniforms come loaded with expectations. If I see a paramedic in uniform and need medical attention, guess who I'm going to for help? There's no such thing as "off-duty" when you're in uniform. Another way I've seen this is, in the food courts. Whenever I see the Sbarro guy eating at Teriyaki Boy across the way, I can't help but judge the poor guy and think, "Traitor!" It's stupid, I know, but that dang uniform screws up my perception of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniforms are also social shields, they work for and against you. When wearing a uniform, you can say/do things that you normally wouldn't do. There's a sense of empowerment and protection that comes with wearing a uniform. The uniform enables me to stay "professional" and even aloof to customers' emotional outbursts. On the other hand, people feel entitled to treat a uniformed person as some kind of emotionless entity, and there are no holds barred in treating someone in uniform as a whipping boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I'm thankful I don't have to wear a uniform to work these days. Though I'll admit, sometimes I do miss the convenience of not having to worry what I'll wear for the day. So, bottom line of the day? The best part of uniforms for me... not having to do as much laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool, people. Stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7378369016703965594?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7378369016703965594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-wednesdays-uniforms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7378369016703965594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7378369016703965594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-wednesdays-uniforms.html' title='Working Wednesdays: Uniforms'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-2278504098203876087</id><published>2010-12-18T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T03:49:34.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm blown away how I have come to know such caring, concerned people in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three things all my relationships with people have in common:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My first impression of that person was eventually done away with. (The depth to an individual's character and peculiar growth is indescribable) And whatever new impressions I form of someone are constantly challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They made/make the effort to love me for who I am and not for what I do/did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. They reached out to me first... and they're much better about keeping in touch than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a psychologist's report stating that one of the earliest, most profound realizations a person makes as a young child is that other people are not like her/him. It's that realization I make every season and in every relationship, which deepens my understanding of love. Love of people, and ultimately, the amazing love of God. While I was at the greatest distance and difference from God, He loved me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't deserve these people or their love. Not to say that any of us are without flaws, but this is where love grows. In the realness, nastiness, frustrations, rawness and creative weakness of people - the canvas in which God paints His grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, it's not about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-2278504098203876087?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/2278504098203876087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2278504098203876087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2278504098203876087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html' title='seriously...'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-4292426367940124288</id><published>2010-08-10T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:59:01.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ReConnect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to the US, traveling, and going through wedding season has been loads of fun. And it also has been an important time of reconnecting with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been terrible about "keeping in touch" with people. There are friends I've made who, after a while of not keeping in touch, those relationships just slowly fade - even to the point where I struggle just to remember their name on first glance! I've wrongly assumed that the relationships I have with people will remain and maintain themselves, somehow, automatically.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even going through my Facebook "friends" is a testament to this. How many FB "friends" do you have on your list, but when looking back, you realize you don't even remember half of them or haven't talked to them in a long time? My aim is not to stay close with every single person I ever meet or be Mr.Popular, but keep in touch with those I've built significant relationships with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend recently told me that "Well, that would make you a typical guy, Joe."&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, maybe. But I've decided I'm not giving into that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in touch with people is kind of like the way I learned to march in the Marine Corps. On longer marches (can be more than 10 miles at a time), we'd sometimes just get in one long, single-file line and trudge along at a 3mph pace. If one person in that line loses track or starts slowing down, then the whole line starts to fall behind, bunch up, and get stretched out. That's not good, because on a march, we're on a mission. If the line gets too spread apart because Marines are getting too tired or complacent, then when there's a need for the Marines to gather together quickly, it takes more time and effort to do so versus when everyone is keeping the line and formation tight all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have a "ditty" to ensure we're keeping the line well-connected:&lt;br /&gt;The leader will shout: "AT&amp;amp;T!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else: "Reach out and touch someone!"&lt;br /&gt;(everyone runs to grab the Marine's shoulder in front of them - sometimes it requires a lot of sprinting to catch up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group is always moving forward - it takes hard work to continue on with the mission. The less focus we have in keeping close to each other, the harder we have to work to "catch up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the same way, relationships are too important to just sideline - growth isn't automatic! It takes a real mutual effort for relationships to progress. Simply, as people change, the relationship between both parties must change as well. Otherwise, there will be a disconnect that will only get wider and wider with time and neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a great month of "catching up" with family and friends. I am committed to reconnecting with people I've lost touch with and keeping in touch with those I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-4292426367940124288?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/4292426367940124288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/08/reconnect.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4292426367940124288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4292426367940124288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/08/reconnect.html' title='ReConnect'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-8620145995317668020</id><published>2010-08-03T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:27:40.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ReLax</title><content type='html'>Last week, I got all my traveling done. I flew into New Jersey to see my family and a couple of friends, flew into Seattle for friends' wedding, stopped by Chicago to catch up with some folks there, then got back into Ann Arbor. It was just awesome catching up with family and friends. A lot has changed and between some friends, we had to get to know each other all over again. I'm starting to understand the significance of what Abe Lincoln said: "Never fall behind on your correspondence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although traveling to four cities and three different time zones across the US in 9 days was exhilarating and tiring, it was actually refreshing. The key thing that set the pace of my trip was the message I heard on Sunday, the morning after I landed in New Jersey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The message preached was on the importance of rest - not just doing other things in place of our usual busy-ness, but real rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over one month since I returned to the States and I was eager to get back into the swing of things. I should've taken the advice I received and eased into transitioning. I jumped right into serving. It was good on one hand, reconnecting with lots of people, but it was just too much and I definitely overestimated myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I had been used to running at 100 feet above sea level where the air is nice and dense and thick. Then, I was suddenly transported to 1,000 feet above sea level and was trying to run at the same pace in the thinner air - it's much more difficult to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple of weeks, though full, have been much better. I've had the opportunity to just rest and relax. A good friend told me recently a good piece of advice: "Try to set a pace of life and ministry in which you can see yourself going for the next 10 years."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That doesn't mean complacency and a stagnant life, but one that is focused and full.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to make the most out of every opportunity, especially the brief moments of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-8620145995317668020?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/8620145995317668020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/08/relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8620145995317668020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/8620145995317668020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/08/relax.html' title='ReLax'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1567488184845634077</id><published>2010-07-21T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:36:17.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ReAffirm</title><content type='html'>A dozen Facebook photo albums and a million words still would not do justice to what I've learned and experienced in my year overseas planting an international church. But I'm certain I will regularly reference my year in Indonesia through future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in the United States. Back from one year spent in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one question I've been asked in Ann Arbor since I've been "back":&lt;br /&gt;"Is it weird being back?" Hm... I'm guessing this may be an alternative question to "So how was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the question: Yes and no. Yes, there are some things I need to readjust and reacquaint myself with but simply, a year isn't long enough for me to forget American culture that easily. The weirdest part for me is that I returned exactly a year, to the day, from the time that I left America. In the church, the same things are going on: summer missions team is going at it full force, Excel Academy has started, LIFE groups are kicking it. Even the town is similar: the Ann Arbor Art Festival is underway, the weather is the same. So it almost feels like I've never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending a lot of time reconnecting with people and reaffirming my experiences, blessings, and lessons learned by sharing testimonies and finding listening ears to boast about God's goodness this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being thrown back into the reality of Ann Arbor life, especially since there are many things that are similar to years past, it seems like I've never left. So it is good that I am asked daily about my experiences in Indonesia, lest I forget too quickly. In order to solidify different convictions and lessons, I need to continue to reaffirm the positives and negatives about this past year - that they actually happened, and that they really are good, but not painting an unrealistic picture at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1567488184845634077?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1567488184845634077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/07/reaffirm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1567488184845634077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1567488184845634077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/07/reaffirm.html' title='ReAffirm'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1649710658515837329</id><published>2010-03-04T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:17:31.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><content type='html'>(a repost from September 10, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel McCoy, Commanding Officer 7th Marines, addresses a classroom full of Marines and CrossFit trainers on leadership. Below is an excerpt from his speech taken from crossfit.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To paraphrase: Your actions speak so loudly that your clients, your Marines, etc - they can’t hear what you’re saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a quote that we like to use from Pericles, 500 BC. 2500 years ago and it just shows you that human nature doesn’t change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every 100 men in battle, 10 shouldn't even be there. 80 are nothing but targets. 9 are the real fighters and they make the battle. But 1 is a warrior and he brings the others home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job as leaders and as trainers isn’t to develop those 9 as much, they’re already out there – you want to enable them. But our job, really, at the end of the day is to make those 80 fight like those 9, perform like those 9. And that comes through creating belief in themselves and in each other and holding themselves to a standard, accountable and transparent, to something bigger than themselves. And that’s what this [CrossFit] has done. This is the untapped potential. Those of us who don’t do that, in either the leadership or fitness industry, I will just say 'you will be the spectators to the slaughter of your people'. And that is the bottom line for us in combat, we can talk a good game but if were not doing it on the field every day and hoarding ourselves and inoculating ourselves to the stresses of combat, which is what CrossFit will do for you, then you WILL be spectators to the slaughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people is messy... because we are messy. I am messy. But if we can all grasp unto this hope that we are made for something greater than ourselves and we have unimaginable potential.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is people power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from &lt;span class="italic"&gt;a New York Times interview with &lt;span class="bold"&gt;Tachi Yamada, M.D., &lt;/span&gt; president of the &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/g/gates_bill_and_melinda_foundation/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation"&gt;Bill &amp;amp; Melinda Gates Foundation&lt;/a&gt;’s Global Health Program. Interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;was conducted and condensed by &lt;span class="bold"&gt;Adam Bryant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It always comes down to people. One of the things I’ve learned is that you can’t go into an organization, fire everybody and bring in everybody you want. You have to work with the people you have. I’ve gone into different organizations in completely different walks of life several times, and you walk into the organization and you realize that some people are very good, some people are average and some people are not so good. And if I spend my time focusing on everything that’s bad, I’ll get nothing done. &lt;p&gt;Or I could say, what are really the best things about the people I have? What makes them great, and how can I really improve them one or two notches? And if I spend my time on that, then I’ll have a great organization. Everybody has their good points. Everybody has their bad points. If you can bring out the best in everybody, then you can have a great organization. If you bring out the worst in everybody, you’re going to have a bad organization."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent interview, by the way. Check out the whole thing &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/28/business/28corner.html?em"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reminders to love people. Not being nice to people, necessarily, but hoping for and bringing out the best in people. And being humble enough to realize that I don't necessarily know what the best is for me, and I don't know what the best is for others. It's tricky, it's messy, it's hard. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1649710658515837329?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1649710658515837329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1649710658515837329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1649710658515837329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1618783685413395069</id><published>2010-01-04T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:50:27.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses: Taking the Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And this is why I succeed. - Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are many times when I don't take that shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to know with 100% certainty that something will work or come out exactly like how I planned or wanted to. But limited only to my imagination and perspective, that kind of attitude can put a cap on potential and progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is precisely when I am willing to make mistakes and begin the often painful process of learning from my mistakes that I actually make any kind of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a game of basketball some time back. I left the game with regrets and an uneasy feeling of "Whew, I didn't screw up too bad". I missed some shots early in the game and had stopped shooting altogether. Other players, including my own teammates, told me, "Just stop shooting the ball if you can't make it." There was only one friend who kept encouraging me, "It's OK if you missed that one, keep taking that shot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to know my limits and have a sober judgment of myself. But if I don't keep trying and practicing during game time, then when will I ever learn to shoot a basketball under pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must remember that persistence without the right perspective is merely stubbornness. Trying again and again using the same methods is madness. That's why persistence and taking chances must be coupled with a constant evaluation and adaptation in order to improve oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to try new things and to try again if my original attempt didn't work? Am I ready for some humiliation, discouraging moments, and times when I feel like giving up? And when faced with all that, am I ready to suit up for the next round and take the shot? If chances aren't taken, then nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.charliesuwankosai.com/seniorpics/basketball/freethrow.jpg" src="http://www.charliesuwankosai.com/seniorpics/basketball/freethrow.jpg" width="541" height="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1618783685413395069?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1618783685413395069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-excuses-taking-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1618783685413395069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1618783685413395069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-excuses-taking-shot.html' title='No Excuses: Taking the Shot'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1579378055032739088</id><published>2010-01-02T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:21:04.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses: Adapt and Overcome</title><content type='html'>It's the Marine Corps mantra of "working through the problem" and given a situation, "adapting and overcome". The Marines are meticulous planners and we do our best to execute a mission. However, we also often say, "Semper Gumby". It's the ability to always stay flexible to the changing situation that can determine the success of a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ij1e0he_sM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ij1e0he_sM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At points along the way, I get disheartened that conventional methods just don't always work out in new or different contexts. Tried and true ways that fail can cause me to think, "I can't" instead of "How can I punch through this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year, I grew increasingly frustrated at others who would quit too soon and too easily. One thing I kept hearing was, "No, sorry, I can't. It is impossible", when given some creativity and effort, the situation was actually not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on 2009, I realize that my frustration arose out of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;lack of creativity and my own quitter mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into 2010, I need a fresh outlook. Sometimes a "fresh take" is looking around at what I have available to me and making the most of it instead of wishing I had something I can't get. That really gets me going, a pioneering spirit. That's why I think I'm a huge fan of MacGyver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/Sz82Krwk8OI/AAAAAAAAACc/7nbED2I3GV0/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/Sz82Krwk8OI/AAAAAAAAACc/7nbED2I3GV0/s400/mac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422112033550430434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of stuff that inspires me, riles me up. The "never quit" endurance and ingenuity that results from thinking that nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the physical side, I've really "let myself go" in the past year. Instead of thinking of new ways to work out outside of the conventional gymnasium, I felt lost without the neatly arranged dumbbells. This attitude was accentuated by my 14 day trial at a local fitness club, which was over-the-top: pumping with techno music, walled with mirrors, the latest weight machines and health tonics, all served by perfectly tanned physical trainers. It was "all that I could ask for", except that I grew sick of it. It was too contrived and formulaic... I didn't feel free to work out with the level of intensity and range of motion I wanted to. When in actuality, I am completely free to work out whichever I want to, I just didn't want to accept that freedom to think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapt and overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1579378055032739088?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1579378055032739088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-excuses-adapt-and-overcome-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1579378055032739088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1579378055032739088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-excuses-adapt-and-overcome-its.html' title='No Excuses: Adapt and Overcome'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/Sz82Krwk8OI/AAAAAAAAACc/7nbED2I3GV0/s72-c/mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3519162150272365871</id><published>2009-10-31T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:33:40.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabroni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been running into five kinds of people; oversimplified so that I can make one point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: "I've always wanted to be _______. But now I'm stuck doing _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: "I would've never imagined I'd be ______ and doing ________. But wow, here I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3: "I'm so tired and so busy. This sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4: "I always knew what I wanted to do and be. And now I'm living the dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 5: "This is my life and I've accepted it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: This person had an idea of what he wanted to do and be and probably invested a lot of time, energy, thought, and resources into achieving that goal. When "life happened" and he didn't achieve his goal, he feels as if he is "stuck", useless, discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: This person either used to resist the idea of what he is currently involved in, or he simply never seriously considered his current position to be a reality. But now that he is where he is, he is grateful at all the new opportunities to learn more about himself and the world and is ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3: This person may or may not have found his "dream job". His self-centered perspective may be hindering him from enjoying the fullness of life. He may even be looking forward to this enigmatic, intangible period of happiness and rest once he is not busy or tired (and he's in for a rude awakening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4: This person may have found temporary satisfaction with where he is and what he is/is doing, but if he doesn't snap out of it, he will become disillusioned. There are simply too many twists and turns in life - life is NOT a dream! He would have to be a very flexible and forgiving person if something were to drastically change his way of life, otherwise he may be devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 5: On the positive end, this person has accepted their responsibilities and roles and is willing to go through with them. On the negative end, this person may have "given up" or stopped looking for a greater purpose, allowing his situation to dominate his life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a young child, I was thrust into many roles and positions that I didn't ask for. My parents always explained to me that I represented something/someone bigger than myself and therefore should diligently play my role well, regardless of how I felt. The "American dream" of "following your heart" and "pursuing your dreams" weren't emphasized so much as "this is what needs to be done, please do what you can to help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to conform to this mindset and lifestyle for some time and was seen as a responsible, young man. But bitterness did eventually take over and I rebelled. I wanted to "live my life". Years later, I'm accepting that what my parents were trying to teach me is the way I want to live - in obedience to God and living for a greater purpose that trumps my own personal desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what having a "role" is? A role implies that there is a greater movement requiring selfless service from each of its multiple moving parts. For example: A movie cannot be created with the actors alone. Just stay 10 minutes after a movie ends and read the "credits", and you'll know what I mean. I like this quote about everyone knowing their roles: "The quarterback gets all the praise, while the offensive lineman did the job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I'm caught up thinking about how my talents, dreams and ambitions are not being fulfilled, the more I lose sight of living in God's will. Complaint is the lens I put on when I want things my own way. And Complaint's older brother is Control. I'm learning to let go of Control, and instead of inviting Complaint in, taking on a Conformed and grateful heart to the Father's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my one point? If you know your role and understand that it is an essential contribution to the success of the greater mission, then there is no room for complaint; only grateful and loyal diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rock says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know your role and shut your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter what your name is, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jabroni&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Rock (aka. Dwayne Johnson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Harsh? Yes, but it is something that I, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;jabroni&lt;/span&gt;, need to hear sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing in his own way, Jesus had something to say on this too. Click &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2010:34-42,%206:7-13,%2025-34&amp;amp;version=MSG"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for a contemporary translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3519162150272365871?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3519162150272365871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/jabroni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3519162150272365871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3519162150272365871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/jabroni.html' title='Jabroni'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3884748760012730326</id><published>2009-10-09T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:12:58.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>great expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;If you haven't heard by now, American President Barack Obama has just been awarded one of the world's most prestigious awards, the Nobel Peace Prize. There were varied responses to his commendation - some were supportive, some were skeptical. But all sides understand the fact that President Obama has only been in his current office for eight months, and critics point out that he hasn't "achieved that much" to be considered worthy enough to win this high honor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;From CNN.com (http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/10/09/nobel.peace.prize/index.html)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kofi Annan, the former U.N. secretary general who won the peace prize in 2001, called the choice "unexpected but inspired."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In an increasingly challenging and volatile world, President Obama has given a sense of hope and optimism to millions around the world" and "has shown that the only way forward is through genuine cooperation with other nations."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...The Nobel announcement was a stunning decision that comes just eight months into Obama's presidency.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Norwegian Nobel Committee said it honored Obama for his "extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The decision appeared to catch most observers by surprise...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;One famous blogger remarked that President Obama was being awarded for his display of effort. The writer compared this year's awarding to an elementary school student being awarded an "A" grade for "effort", regardless of actual performance and results. Haha... maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;This was interesting to note (from the same CNN article):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nominations for the prize had to be postmarked by February 1 -- only 12 days after Obama took office. The committee sent out its solicitation for nominations last September -- two months before Obama was elected president. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;President Obama was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize at the same time he was elected president! So I wonder what exactly prompted his nominators to nominate him when they did? Prior to his actual election as president of the US, then-candidate Obama only had a relatively short-lived public servant's record and a lot of inspirational campaign promises. In other words, Barack Obama was &lt;b&gt;initially nominated b&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ased on "hype" rather than actual achievement.&lt;/b&gt; Therefore, the motivation behind his initial pre-presidency Nobel nomination very well could have been different from the motivation and reasoning behind the decision made for his actual win. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It's as if Obama's Nobel nomination was made in anticipation of his potential to fulfill his promises and not much else. That's a lot of faith put into what is essentially just... a lot of &lt;i&gt;potential&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I think that's part of the challenge of leadership. There can be a lot of hype and expectation put on leaders and public figures. Leaders often represent something - a vision, a movement, a group, institution - bigger than themselves. Therefore the success of that "bigger thing" is based on good leadership. Not everyone can do it - the pressure to perform and deliver on these hopeful and well-intentioned promises must be enormous. If Obama is unsuccessful and doesn't live up to his super-hyped up image, he may be seen as a fluke. It may be very difficult for people to see past his character flaws and focus on his legacy. But all leaders are criticized - it's all part of the deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I've been thinking a lot about legacy. In the end, it is what actually remains that matters, not necessarily the characters who played a part. Building a legacy can be likened to a physical building. Someone wealthy may have helped fundthe construction of the building, an architect designed the layout, dozens of laborers helped construct it, many will live and work in the building, and many will help maintain the building. After years have gone by, the names - the who - will be forgotten. Only the physical building - the legacy - will remain. People come and go. It is the actual change brought about that counts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;So I wonder if there is real significance and legitimacy behind Obama's Nobel win in that he is the facilitator of change by instilling the motivation and hope into many peoples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;His diplomacy is founded in the concept that those who are to lead the world must do so on the basis of values and attitudes that are shared by the majority of the world's population," it said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Taken at face value: that comment could make Obama sound like a people pleaserwith a lot of pizzaz and charisma to inspire people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Or it could imply something deeper - that maybe President Obama attempts to understand and connect with peoples of different cultures in a deeper way in order to be an effective international leader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;For me, I just see that there is a growing discontentment within people's hearts of the status quo. That's why President Obama's message of hope and change and "we're in this together", "Yes we can" was so well-received and inspired millions all across the world. People see how messed up their world is around them and see the need for good, effective leadership. But the truth is that people, no matter how inspirational and charismatic, are not perfect and they fail. Every leader - good or bad - has their critics. That's why behind the desire to see good human leadership lies a greater human need for a Savior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;We can only wait and see how this whole thing plays out. And most will agree - it's too early to fully know if Obama is "deserving" of the Nobel Peace Prize. President Obama gets points in my book for at least being inspirational. We need inspirational people, but that one person cannot bring about all the change on their own, he has his limits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Change can be super-dramatic and fast and powerful and maybe even violent. But change is never random or "spontaneous". There is a definite flow of events that little by little, gradually contribute to greater moments of recognizable change. Change always takes time. And something we have to recognize is not only to have patience in waiting for change, but taking the time to reflect on the many smaller changes that are happening more frequently as a result of and resulting in bigger changes. But that's next week's blog :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3884748760012730326?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3884748760012730326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3884748760012730326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3884748760012730326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-expectations.html' title='great expectations'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-4920959536103166143</id><published>2009-10-06T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:49:54.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing. break mine for what breaks Yours</title><content type='html'>First blog update since I arrived in Indonesia three months ago in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here are some notable quotations that troubled my heart and what God has been speaking to me about recently. Not only do some of them hit close to "home" (physically, emotionally), but they all scream: "This world needs a Savior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Verbatim" section in the October 12, 2009 edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time &lt;/span&gt;magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ad88"&gt;          &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var ad = adFactory.getAd(88, 31); ad.setPosition(8) ad.write(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.doubleclick.net/adj/3475.tim/u.s.;rsseg=10058;rsseg=10135;rsseg=10171;rsseg=10178;qc=d;aid=1927283;ch=u.s.;ptype=content;ctype=article;sz=88x31;path=time;path=magazine;path=article;dcove=d;pos=8;pgurl=1;rhost=search.time.com;tile=3;ord=180456324227?"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- Article Body Start --&gt;             &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'More Czechs believe in infomercials on television than they do in religion.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- Begin Article Side Bar --&gt;   &lt;!-- End Article Side Bar --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DOMINIK JUN, filmmaker, after Pope Benedict XVI used a Sept. 28 speech in the Czech Republic to urge secular Czechs to rejoin the church&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It was never going to be easy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN PFEIFFER, White House deputy communications director, acknowledging that the Obama Administration may not be able to fulfill its promise to close the U.S. military prison at Guantánamo Bay by Jan. 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I am the happiest man in the world. I just climbed a beautiful mountain.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CLIFTON MALONEY, husband of New York Representative Carolyn Maloney, after summiting Cho Oyu, the sixth tallest mountain in the world, on Sept. 25. The 71-year-old avid outdoorsman, who was said to be in excellent health, was found dead the following morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This is a very noble way to destroy the enemies of Islam. This is not suicide.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANI PERMANA, an 18-year-old high school graduate from Indonesia, speaking in a newly released video that identifies him as one of the suicide bombers responsible for the July 17 attacks on two Jakarta hotels that killed seven people and wounded dozens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It's just devastating, like the wrath of God.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT IULI, a villager in American Samoa, after an 8.3-magnitude earthquake on Sept. 29 triggered a tsunami that swept away whole towns on the Pacific islands of Samoa, American Samoa and Tonga, killing at least 100 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I thought it would make me happy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARK DREIER, a disgraced financier currently serving 20 years in prison for fraud, on why he hatched a $380 million Ponzi scheme that ran for four years beginning in 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It's not a huge shift.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EILEEN O'NEILL, president and general manager of cable network TLC, downplaying Jon Gosselin's decision to leave the reality show Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8, which followed the Gosselins' lives as they raised eight young children. The couple announced their separation in June; a new version of the show, retitled Kate Plus Eight, will premiere Nov. 2&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are people looking for in their lives? A sense of purpose? A sense of peace and fulfillment? Something that will make them feel good, even for a moment, before looking for the next happy moment? Or maybe some people have stopped looking altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning there is tremendous hope in God - He restores all things. I ask myself, why do I what I do? My reason and purpose must be fueled by a discontentment with the status quo and a hope for something better in Jesus. A genuine hope that is not distilled by my own expectations, but seeing people and myself as new creations in need of grace every waking moment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 18-year old who is willing to martyr himself in the name of radical Islam, right here in Indonesia, is not just "another terrorist" incident. Accepting "losses" is unacceptable. That is not the language of love and obedience. Jesus preached that the angels in heaven rejoice over one sinner who repents rather than ninety-nine righteous people getting into heaven. 1&gt;99. He came to seek and save the lost. He charged his followers to carry on his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of "all that's going on" in this world, instead of looking at the sheer massive impossibility of the situation, I need to find hope in just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;Savior. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;soul at a time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;day at a time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-4920959536103166143?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/4920959536103166143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-break-mine-for-what-breaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4920959536103166143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4920959536103166143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-break-mine-for-what-breaks.html' title='one thing. break mine for what breaks Yours'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1492491227030526095</id><published>2009-06-28T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:45:13.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"...you are screwed"</title><content type='html'>A couple of folk have been asking if I had a "bucket list" since I'll be leaving Ann Arbor next week. A silly thought (read April 20, 2009 entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. God-willing, I'll be back in Ann Arbor this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Does it really matter what I do? The "who" is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what I'll be doing and when, it's cherishing moments with people that's most important. I'm realizing that this week might very well be the last time I see some people in person. That realization has been a fresh reminder and has changed my perspective on what it means to be urgent and enjoying life, while holding life loosely at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions for myself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those last moments, what am I leaving behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing everything I can to ensure that things and people are better off and are set up for success/equipped to take on the challenges of another year before I leave? &lt;em&gt;Read Philippians 1:22-26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me that part of "growing up" means knowing how to keep in touch and learning to let go. "I'm really bad at keeping in touch" is not a personality trait thing; it's a poor excuse for immature carelessness. I had to learn that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why all the older folk I've been talking to recently have all been telling me to cherish every moment I have, because "you never know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year is actually not that long - every day counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an old friend and mentor told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't carpe diem, you are screwed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... with all these celebrity deaths and social unrest in other countries as stark reminders, all else fades away and doesn't matter except for those tangible intangibles: faith, hope, love. Forget bucket lists. Just love people to the fullest, to the very end without reservation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1492491227030526095?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1492491227030526095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1492491227030526095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1492491227030526095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-screwed.html' title='&quot;...you are screwed&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1511405940678683752</id><published>2009-06-25T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:24:46.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't judge me</title><content type='html'>I was correcting someone the other day and it was funny because he reminded me a lot of... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used his outgoing personality to gain favor and to boost his reputation in people's eyes. He was given to talking his way out of things with a smile and a dash of confidence, rather than humbly admitting his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so upset about him making the actual mistake, but he had these "I know what I'm doing and I'm going to get out of this" types of excuses. He was trying to justify and defend himself even when it was so clear to me that he was just plain wrong and needed to own up to his mistake! Instead of humiliating him, I let him go. I addressed his attitude but there are just some things that he has to learn on his own, the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like looking into a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've recently realized about myself is that I welcome "judgment". I usually don't enjoy it but I certainly don't back down or shy from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude contrasts with some other people I know who say something like, "Don't judge me!" on a regular basis. These are the types of people who may shy away from correction, will avoid confrontation, and may even use the "Don't judge me" to get out of something rather than actually addressing the issue/sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have never cried out "Don't judge me!" in my whole life (really). I either think so highly of myself, have something to prove, or am so confident that I've hidden my weaknesses so well, that I feel like I have the authority to take people up on the challenge of their judgment and criticism. This also implies that I look down on others with a "Who are YOU to judge ME?" outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was younger, I can remember whenever people called me names or passed judgment on me, I would fume and my defenses would automatically go up. Seems like I was always defending myself. Even against compliments! I have to force myself to calm down and accept compliments with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When receiving correction, criticism, or rebuke I tend to stand straighter, puff out my chest, and tilt my chin upwards in defiance versus the other extreme of sulking with myhead hung low in a corner. In my prideful delusion, I often think to myself, "He/she/they can't touch me. I have thick skin. It's a good thing". Confrontations galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But there is a difference in having thick, tough skin due to a security in oneself, versus having a humble confidence in the rock solid foundation that is the Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both types of people - the "Don't judge me's!" and the "Go ahead, can't touch this" folks suffer from pride. In other words, a loss of perspective on the truth of God's holiness and man's sinfulness. The funny thing is, even my attitude is really a "Don't judge me!" attitude in disguise. I don't want to be exposed and will defend myself in the light of judgment. While I may welcome it outwardly, inside I really don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of outlook and life is just constantly measuring myself up against others - or even an unrealistic standard - it's exhausting and relentless. This type of graceless mode of exhaustion truly calls out for Christ's rest, his rhythms of grace. Christ, I need more of your grace. Open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 days left until our scheduled departure for Jakarta, Indonesia. I pray God will change and clean my heart. There is no room for this prideful mess when love must enter in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1511405940678683752?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1511405940678683752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1511405940678683752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1511405940678683752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-judge-me.html' title='don&apos;t judge me'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1186835606183125285</id><published>2009-04-28T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:00:11.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>communication</title><content type='html'>Ever hear about the love languages by Gary Chapman? You can take a mini-quiz &lt;a href="http://www.afo.net/hftw-lovetest.asp"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to get an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Chapman, there are 5 main ways a person gives and receives and responds to love. Here's how I rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quality Time - 37%&lt;br /&gt;2. Acts of Service - 33%&lt;br /&gt;3. Receiving Gifts - 13%&lt;br /&gt;4. Words of Affirmation - 13%&lt;br /&gt;5. Physical Touch - 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first read about the love languages sometime in high school - and things haven't really changed much for me. Recently, I've been advised that I really need to work on affirming others with my words. Also, with the whole ordeal of gift-giving and care packages (end of the year stuff, birthdays, graduation, weddings, etc), I find that I'm often at a loss and think to myself "Who'd want a gift anyhow? I sure wouldn't care for one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I can actually be very creative with gift-giving, but since I don't really care for gifts in the first place, it just doesn't happen very frequently. When I do give gifts, it is either out of custom, practicality, or it is actually acts of service in the form of a gift. Sometimes people are offended when I don't express myself in a certain way when receiving gifts. Or some people don't feel loved when I neglect giving something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words of affirmation are chosen very carefully. I try not to waste my words and think them through very carefully (I'll often rehearse or repeat conversations) so when I say something, I really mean it. But it won't always sound flowery or "super nice" - so many times the person on the receiving end might not catch it. I need to be more direct and obvious in encouraging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Staff Sergeants in the Marines called us out once, as we were singing cadence on a long march: "If you need to sing songs to keep yourself motivated, you are weak! The only source of motivation and encouragement you need is from right here! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;points to chest &lt;/span&gt;Shut up!" ... kind of how I feel sometimes...  most other people I know would not agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reserve touch to fist pounds, handshakes, and high fives. Hugs are extra special. Kisses? Forget it. In fact, at one wedding, while everyone in line congratulated the bride and groom with hugs and kisses, I offered my hand and a sincere "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs.___" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the key things to utilizing love languages is understanding what yours are and understanding and recognizing others' love languages. Then, reconcile, compromise, give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know me, I enjoy spending one-on-one time together. I really don't mind those hugely long conversations where we're challenging each other and sharing our lives. Often, what's planned as a one hour meeting can easily go for two. I am known to talk people's ears off (probably a sign that they don't necessarily receive love through quality time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I don't long for frequent contact. When I am with people, I try to make the most of it, milking every moment. That's why it's called quality time, not "lots of time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts of service. I was raised this way and was just expected to serve... no matter what. I seldom do it for the "cookies" - I just do it because it needs to be done and someone has to do it. I'd rather it be me than putting others through the trouble. That's why when I receive words of affirmation, expressions of gratitude, or compliments I get awkward - because I'm not doing it for the recognition. When I receive the recognition, somehow that act of service is tainted and it just doesn't feel right and pure anymore. Compliment me and I'll either barely acknowledge it with a hurried "thanks" or redirect the conversation. And it's a great way to pump up my pride. I'd actually rather hear constructive criticism - I live for those intense confrontations (made more possible by quality time)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all different and unique. I'm learning that sacrificial love can look different for different people and that certain aspects of the Gospel touch people in special ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of loving is not being self-seeking. Instead of demanding that others love me the way I want to receive it, I need to die to myself and love others in a way they understand love. Not to be a people-pleaser, but to honor, respect, encourage people and putting others' needs and desires before my own. I'm coming to understand that this is humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1186835606183125285?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1186835606183125285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1186835606183125285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1186835606183125285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-about-me.html' title='communication'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5962492238255980445</id><published>2009-04-27T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:14:37.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SfW9XrirHPI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hi3_6OQbAYk/s1600-h/KyleKettleBell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373948585647346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SfW9XrirHPI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hi3_6OQbAYk/s400/KyleKettleBell1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossfit.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crossfit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle Maynard was born with a rare disorder called congenital amputation. Despite having no arms and partially developed legs, Kyle played football on his high school team, and wrestled on his college team. Kyle is 23 years old. This is a recent picture of him working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, he fought in his first-ever MMA fight against an "able-bodied" opponent. Kyle lost that fight. Determined to try again, Kyle is training for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's one of the best moments of my life going a full three rounds and surviving," Kyle said. "A lot of people if you read what they were saying about me [on MMA websites] - didn't think I'd last 30 seconds. It was a huge rush getting into that cage. Do you know how tough it would have been to love something and never have gotten the chance to taste it?" - interview by Steve Hummer from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, April 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Maynard's life motto: "No excuses" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5962492238255980445?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5962492238255980445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5962492238255980445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5962492238255980445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration_27.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SfW9XrirHPI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hi3_6OQbAYk/s72-c/KyleKettleBell1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-674905804210439928</id><published>2009-04-21T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:25:47.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bucket lists.</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this month, our LIFE group looked into Jesus Christ's final week on earth before he was crucified, died, and was buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked ourselves: "What would you do if you had only had 7 days left to live?" and then came up with our own bucket lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I sky-dive or go bungy-jumping or travel extensively or learn/master a cool new skill? What does that actually do or accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Small dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm trying to achieve all these small dreams of mine. Everyone &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;knows &lt;/span&gt;time is precious - but deep down inside, I want that time to be all mine - all about me - under the seemingly noble pretense of "seizing the day" and "living with gusto/with a purpose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this attitude would be fine for some people. But for a Christ-follower?&lt;br /&gt;This vision of fulfilling a "bucket list" is so contrary to what God has already put in my heart. He's already shown me that in order to follow wholeheartedly after Him, I must abandon my dreams. God has shown me the brevity of life and how little I control and understand about it. It's foolish to somehow plan all these things to do before I die or hit a certain age when I don't even know what tomorrow will bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring" - Proverbs 27:1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving and giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude in doing all these bucket list items is all about me being on the receiving end. There's very little &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;giving &lt;/span&gt;involved, unless it's coming to the realization that I won't need some material things and giving it away (not for the sake of charity and love, but because I don't need these things anymore and don't want to be weighed down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's essentially me taking control of life and dictating exactly what I want to do with it. "It's all about me!" I think that is a lie the world tells me - to "follow my dream" when instead, Christ tells me to "take up my cross and lose my life for His sake and the gospel's". It is a lie that Christ knew I could very easily give into - that's why He told his disciples not to worry about all these things... these bucket lists as the world does... but to seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cheap substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it another way, I think the reason some bucket lists can be so extravagant and full of things people desire to do/be is that we do not yet fully realize the eternal reward in heaven which will completely PWN anything any bucket list would ever cover. We're worried that when we die - that's it! We're just dirt! So to "live to the fullest", we have to pleasure ourselves and somehow find a substitute for the eternal life Christ promised us. Christ is telling me "Forget your bucket list! It's a scam that doesn't amount to much! You can use your time and energy towards eternal things - because you have eternal life through me! Please stop wasting the time I gave you on earth. Invest what I've given you by being a faithful servant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Urgency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when I was much younger and went on play-dates. Sometimes in the beginning it would be really awkward if I didn't know my playmate very well. If he/she was already my friend, then we'd get right down to business. Time would fly by. Then, we'd get this weird sense. We'd hear big footsteps and adult voices approaching and would know that our playtime was coming to an end. Realizing we only had a few precious moments left, my playmates and I would "play extra hard" to milk all the possible fun out of that moment. We'd talk a little faster, the plot to our playskits would suddenly have a lot more twists and turns (we didn't play videogames), and we'd just get jittery with nervous anticipation of the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't concerned with what we did. That didn't matter. We could've just sat there, staring at one another for the last few minutes. What really mattered was each other's company. We just wanted to be together for a few extra moments. It was that heightened recognition of our departure - the fickleness of time itself - and our minds going into hyper-mode trying to preserve every last detail as memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my fickleness arises out of a lack of urgency. If I knew 100% for sure that I would die tomorrow, that my "play time" would abruptly end, my bucket list would probably look very different from just a casual, wistfully made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What versus Who and How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket list: not so much what &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I want to "do"&lt;/span&gt; (the "what") but more about the how and who. Beyond purposely spending time with people and trying to gain something or impart something from those times, realizing simply that people are my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus spent his last days loving people. He didn't necessarily go to all these exotic places to do all these &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sweetacular &lt;/span&gt;things. Just imagine: Jesus going all around town turning every fountain of water into wine, making rocks into scrumptious bread, jumping off cliffs and having angels fly him to safety... you know, those "crazy things we all want to do"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus spent his last moments being spit on, cursed at, falsely accused, beaten, and nailed to a cross - crucified between two criminals. He chose that way. He knew that the small group of people he walked alongside with, loved, taught, and died for would abandon him and deny even knowing him when put under pressure. In those last moments, when any other person would be thinking only about his own wants and needs, Jesus was not thinking about himself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus symbolized his ministry by showing his disciples some broken bread and poured-out wine. "He loved them until the end" by asking His Father to forgive the accusers, because the people did not understand what they were doing. By willfully putting an end to his temporal earthly body, Jesus invested in the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;eternal&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus came to save the world once and for all, not to condemn it as we would in our fickle, proud, judgmental sinfulness. Even after rising from the dead, Jesus went back to his still-doubting disciples and completed his mission in loving them in his fellowship and by empowering and equipping them. Instead of receiving and expecting to be served, Jesus gave everything - even Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bucket list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love until the very end, with no expectations of returned love.&lt;br /&gt;Invest in the eternal: in souls to build God's kingdom, for the fame and glory of His Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never claim my love for God unless I love my neighbor. I do not choose my neighbors. But I do choose to obey God in loving them. Obedience has no delay. Instant, willing obedience - love is now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-674905804210439928?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/674905804210439928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/674905804210439928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/674905804210439928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-lists.html' title='bucket lists.'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-773978139511750239</id><published>2009-04-21T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:10:28.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>manly</title><content type='html'>The earliest lessons in manhood I remember are from my father, when I was about three years old. I used to get hung up about dirtying my clothes and whine until my mother changed me into clean ones. I was a clumsy eater and played outside in the dirt all day - so there were a lot of dirty clothes and a lot of whining. My dad had enough of me one day, slammed down his spoon at the dinner table and gave me this intense "Are you kidding me? You want to call yourself my son?!" look. He said, "Look at me, Joseph!" He started throwing bits of food and spilling stuff all over his clothes. Dirty as heck. He didn't whine or cry. "Men don't whine!" he said and finished his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a regular basis, whenever I would be hanging with my dad, he would always tell me: "Joseph, be a great person. You're meant to be a man, don't let anyone ever tell you different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some milestones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked two girls and hit on them within 5 minutes of each other. I first learned what a "player" and what a "player-hater" before I even heard those terms. I was in the first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working for wages when I was 11 as a paperboy. I haven't stopped working and earning money for myself ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with my first "official girlfriend" when I was 12 because I didn't know dancing with another girl at a 6th grade dance was cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started shaving every day when I was 13. Haven't stopped since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove a car for the first time when I was 17. After driving twice, around the block, and parking - my dad had me drive 70 miles to Manhattan, New York City. I think I almost hit every parked/moving car and pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the Marine Corps without first telling my parents when I was 17. I'm now a 23-year old Sergeant leading teenagers who think they'll live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to graduate college next week. I'm going to "move on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does all that make me a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the cover on May 2009's issue of Esquire magazine (Man at his best) is titled "How to be a Man". I couldn't resist. Some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An essential part of every man, with the possible exceptions of the pope and William Shatner, doubts the essene of our manhood. By inches, pounds, and paychecks, we gauge ourselves - our power over other men and women and their power over us. Are we tough enough? Rich enough? Man enough? The question is the answer: No - not if we still need to ask.&lt;/span&gt; - Scott Raab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I've learned - The American Man - May 2005 Esquire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nearly 20 different men, from all walks of life, interviewed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is what drives us. The response to fear is when virtue comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a man on the the twenty-third of October, 1983, around six-thirty in the morning. The day my Naval Academy roommate was killed in Beirut. I was a thousand yards away. I was twenty-two. Before that I was immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to forget about being a perfectionist, because entropy always wins out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is enough to be clean. Vanity destroys a man's natural confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hire kids, because they don't have any real ethics. I can teach a kid, but he's got to care. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man, so anything I experience is manly. I don't think, "I want to go out and be manly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival has to do with pre-training. When you're in a bad situation, you're so used to persevering, it's like going on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to be flexible - to allow yourself to collapse, to allow yourself to be nurtured. I remember a guy who said, "There's no such thing as too much exercise, but there is such a thing as not enough rest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tom Chiarella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man looks out for those around him - woman, friend, stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not... Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man knows how to bust balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not rely on rationalizations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't seem himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man gets the door without thinking. He stops traffic when he must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man knows his tools and how to use them - just the ones he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is comfortable with being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My two cents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when do you know that you're a man? When you choose to be one. It's not just saying it or wanting it or trying to be the best one. It's an initial decision that must be followed by all other decisions that don't seek to prove anything. Once you're out to prove something, that's just insecurity. One is only insecure because he has not come to terms with himself and who he is. Until he figures that out, he's just a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actions of a man are self-evident. People know a man when they see one or are around one versus someone they think is especially "manly". Once you're a man, that's it, there's no going back. It's confidence without cockiness. Humility without self-pity. Strength in weakness. Selfless faith in something bigger. Driven by the realization that one is mortal and imperfect but that perseverance and continual self-improvement are essential to growth. It's knowing that one can never be mature enough but one can always be man enough because manhood isn't a quantitative measurement. It's doing the right thing because it's the right thing and not giving excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it's knowing that in 20 years, or 10 years, or even next month, I can look back on this blog entry, shake my head, and rewrite the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I still have something to prove. The men I know, don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-773978139511750239?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/773978139511750239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/manly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/773978139511750239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/773978139511750239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/04/manly.html' title='manly'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5445097825596655257</id><published>2009-03-23T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:31:06.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so simple it's just plain crazy</title><content type='html'>There's a line that I read this past week. And it spoke to me very clearly about grace:&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do to make God love you any less.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do to make God love you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little over halfway through the traditional Lenten season, and I've been focused on the Gospel. There are only two things I know to do with it - 1. Receive it freely and 2. Give it freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't truly good unless it can be (and is) shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so moved and inspired by this song that two of our brothers sang for the congregation this morning when our church was exhorted to step up and give of ourselves. It's exactly what we needed to hear and I praise God for that. It's called "What If" by Jason Lavik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I climbed that mountain, what if I swam to that shore&lt;br /&gt;What if every battle was victorious then would you love me more&lt;br /&gt;What if I was everyone's first choice, what if I went farther than before&lt;br /&gt;What if I stood high above the rest, then would you love me more&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I belong to you, apart from the things I do&lt;br /&gt;You say I belong to you, I'm in awe of why you do&lt;br /&gt;Why you do, I'm in awe of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I ignored the hand that fed me, what if I forgot to confess&lt;br /&gt;What if I stumbled down that mountain then would you love me less&lt;br /&gt;Lord would you love me less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were everyone's last choice, what if I mixed in with the rest&lt;br /&gt;What if I failed what I passed before then would you love me less&lt;br /&gt;Lord would you would you love me less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I belong to you apart from the things I do&lt;br /&gt;You say I belong to you, I'm in awe of why you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve your son sent to die for me&lt;br /&gt;What can I give, I want to live, give my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;In a world that keeps changing&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that I know is true&lt;br /&gt;Your love is staying there's nothing else I'll hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in awe of you, I'm in awe of you&lt;br /&gt;The way you love me, the way you do&lt;br /&gt;The way you do, the way you love me, you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is why the Father loves me: because I freely lay down my life. And so I am free to take it up again. No one takes it from me. I lay it down of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my own free will&lt;/span&gt;. I have the right to lay it down; I also have the right to take it up again. I received this authority personally from my Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29220" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;:6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ died for the ungodly&lt;/span&gt;. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While we were still sinners&lt;/span&gt;, Christ died for us. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give us all things&lt;/span&gt;? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God who justifies&lt;/span&gt;. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   "For your sake we face death all day long; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5445097825596655257?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5445097825596655257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-simple-its-just-plain-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5445097825596655257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5445097825596655257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-simple-its-just-plain-crazy.html' title='so simple it&apos;s just plain crazy'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1808104877986846048</id><published>2009-03-14T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:30:37.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"others" perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read this article in the April 2009 edition of Psychology Today magazine at work the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Titled, &lt;em&gt;You're Driving Me Crazy!&lt;/em&gt; by Jay Dixit. The tag line reads: Petty annoyances erode even the best relationships. When you've picked up your husband's 2,543rd dirty sock, something's gotta change. Most likely, it's YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it's an article on long-term, marital relationships. I'm a single dude. But I thought there were some good principles and points made about how I treat some of my closest friends, family, and people I'm most familiar with. The article reminded me of my ugly, unloving attitude towards other people. Whether it was my perspective, actions, words spoken to strangers or especially people I'm close with relationally - the article was aptly timed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'You don't really live with the partner in your home, You live with the partner in your head,' explains Van Epp. Gradually, you begin looking for evidence that your partner is self-absorbed - and of course you find it. Your perceptions shift over time: The idealized partner you started out with becomes, well, less ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to stay in a relationship, something needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all likelihood, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With most couples, the problem isn't insufficient communication but too much communication. Many couples get caught in vicious cycles of complaining and criticizing each other, hammerring the same issues over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is criticism flat-out destructive to a relationship, it often doesn't budge an issue. Most behaviors never change - because most relationship problems are unresolvable. Gottman calculates 69 percent of all marital provlems are immutable, arising from basic personality differences between partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, what you can change is your perspective."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday night, our campus ministry delved into &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%207:1-12&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Matthew 7:1-12 &lt;/a&gt;together. A goodie on how we treat and view others/ourselves. The one thing to remember: We must display our Father's love in our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times this week, God spoke to me through (others) in 1 John 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we muight live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded daily of God's grace. Sometimes the way I respond is humility. Other times, my mind remains stagnant and I get even more proud, resisting the supernatural work of the Holy Spirit. A constant test of my obedience - will I yield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Kingdom of Heaven is truly astounding. The first shall be last and the last shall be first. Where I must be the servant of all. Instead of looking at others in disdain thinking "&lt;strong&gt;They&lt;/strong&gt; should change because I'm right and &lt;strong&gt;they're wrong&lt;/strong&gt;/worse than me!", I must look at myself through the Father's eyes and then see others with a renewed perspective. Wow. Blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1808104877986846048?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1808104877986846048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/03/others-perspective.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1808104877986846048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1808104877986846048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/03/others-perspective.html' title='&quot;others&quot; perspective'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-2769065080451814886</id><published>2009-02-25T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:36:20.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays only</title><content type='html'>On top of my personal and private commitments for Lent, I'm abstaining from YouTube, Twitter, blogging, and Facebook for the next 40 days. I spend exorbitant amounts of time on these sites - immensely distracting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be filling that time with more face-to-face interactions with people, writing meaningful letters or emails, and memorizing Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of keeping up with current events, I'll blog and check Facebook on Sundays only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may actually keep this up after Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until Sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-2769065080451814886?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/2769065080451814886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundays-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2769065080451814886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2769065080451814886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundays-only.html' title='Sundays only'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-7892410867841119687</id><published>2009-02-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:15:59.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>I've broken the long hiatus of physical inactivity and started working out again. It's been nearly three months since I've felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the burn&lt;/span&gt;. And man, it took me almost three times longer to complete a certain workout than it did a few months back. Although others may not have noticed, I almost felt embarrassed by how much weaker I had become. Reason: lack of discipline and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mantra I try to go by is: "No excuses". Watch &lt;a href="http://media.crossfit.com/cf-video/CrossFit_NoExcusesMilitaryAustere.mov"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a funny one... "no excuses". Who am I kidding? I will, at times, fail and feel like giving up. So it's not so much of a "I have to be perfect and expect others to be perfect" mentality (although that's pretty much what I've been going off of...) but understanding that there's nobody else to blame but myself if I am not growing. If there is a training regiment and I don't faithfully follow it, even when nobody is looking, I simply won't grow stronger. No matter how much I talk about fitness and know about it and pretend to be fit, if I'm not working out daily, I won't grow. Funny how some people (who just don't know better) assume I'm a really fit guy. Sometimes my reputation precedes me but it's not always based on truth, on who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good reminder of who I really am. I'm weak. I can fool people sometimes, and sometimes even fool myself, but times like today are God's gift to me. He's saying: "Be strong and courageous, not because you yourself are so strong and bold but because I am strong. I've already won the fight. It's a slow thing - growth - but in the end, you'll be way stronger if you'll just endure. Just trust me and keep going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have roughly 3 months to hit the gym hard. (a goal I've set for myself).&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of it. The hard work really does pay off. How do you know if someone is fit? Physical results. It's pretty obvious. But don't expect the results to be quick. There are no short-cuts! How do you know if someone is living in the will of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 7:13-23 (The Message translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don't fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be wary of false preachers who smile a lot, dripping with practiced sincerity. Chances are they are out to rip you off some way or other. Don't be impressed with charisma; look for character. Who preachers are is the main thing, not what they say. A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook. These diseased trees with their bad apples are going to be chopped down and burned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Knowing the correct password—saying 'Master, Master,' for instance— isn't going to get you anywhere with me. What is required is serious obedience—doing what my Father wills. I can see it now—at the Final Judgment thousands strutting up to me and saying, 'Master, we preached the Message, we bashed the demons, our God-sponsored projects had everyone talking.' And do you know what I am going to say? 'You missed the boat. All you did was use me to make yourselves important. You don't impress me one bit. You're out of here.'"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-7892410867841119687?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/7892410867841119687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7892410867841119687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/7892410867841119687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3290894136376238649</id><published>2009-02-17T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:58:41.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hawhawhaw</title><content type='html'>I secretly (Not a secret anymore, obviously. Thanks, Blogger.com) envy people who are known for their laughs. You know how you can pinpoint someone just how they laugh? My laugh changes every few months. I've almost forgotten what my real laugh sounds like because my laugh is always a combination of whatever shred of my real laugh is left + an emulation of someone else's laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's certain mannerisms, words, phrases, or habits sometimes I'm like a chameleon. I just pick things up and make it part of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sure, I mean this is true for many people. Is it a matter of just being comfortable in my own skin? Or am I hyper-sensitive to what other people think? Or is this not such a bad thing, since it can work to my advantage in breaking the ice and forming closer relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some circles, I'm known as one of the guys who is constantly doing impressions of other people. I'm not saying that I'm really great at it (I have no idea, it just comes out of my mouth). Something that's being brought into light is how I judge others and how I want people to perceive me. Sometimes I emulate others because I respect them and enjoy that particular trait or habit. Other times, I straight up make fun of people... and it's not nice. Breaking others down to get a few cheap laughs proves me a prideful coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to please people or preserve my own reputation, I emulate others as a force field. An opaque mask that deters any astute observers from getting to know the real me - a weak sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm just in need of God's grace. His amazing grace. LORD, renew my mind! Remind me that I have a new identity in you and my sinful self is dead! Instill your perfect love in me so that instead of judging others in my insecurity, I can communicate your grace in partnership with my brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because of the privilege and authority God has given me, I give each of you this warning: Don’t think you are better than you really are. Be honest in your evaluation of yourselves, measuring yourselves by the faith God has given us. Just as our bodies have many parts and each part has a special function, so it is with Christ’s body. We are many parts of one body, and we all belong to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In his grace, God has given us different gifts for doing certain things well. So if God has given you the ability to prophesy, speak out with as much faith as God has given you. If your gift is serving others, serve them well. If you are a teacher, teach well. If your gift is to encourage others, be encouraging. If it is giving, give generously. If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously. And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly." - Romans 12:3-8 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all meant to be different. I am only complete when I fully accept what God has called me to be, by dedicating myself as a living sacrifice and renewing my mind so that I may discern what God's will is. And that's the beauty of our differences, not so that I can boast I'm so much better in a certain area than another person, but so we can all work together towards a fuller realization of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3290894136376238649?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3290894136376238649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/hawhawhaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3290894136376238649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3290894136376238649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/hawhawhaw.html' title='hawhawhaw'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5903361544861955660</id><published>2009-02-17T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:51:57.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 &gt; 99</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; that I'm a sinner saved by grace. So when I look at an "especially undeserving person"(you know, that kind of person who is uncooperative, unresponsive, seemingly rebellious, stubborn, and just isn't "with the program"?) I easily cast him aside as someone unworthy of my time and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone challenged me recently and asked, "How do you see ______ (person's name) anyway? It seems like you've just given up on him and cast him aside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked that before about other people, so I started reciting my usual response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to keep the greater good [greatest good for the greatest number of people even at the cost of a few people] in mind. If ______ compromises the bigger picture, then oh well. I just have to move on. I've committed to God's Kingdom, and His Kingdom is huge. I can't be worrying about the 'bad apples' who fall off to the wayside. It's my job to focus on the people who are willing to cooperate and follow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been growing more and more unsettled with that "standard" response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus asked Peter three times (in a row!) if he loved Jesus. Peter grew offended and replies in exasperation, "Of course! You know everything! Why are you berating me with this questioning?" (my interpretation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' response: "Feed my sheep". No matter how ugly, hairy, sickly, nasty, dirty. Even those weird, gangly, buck-toothed looking ones that smell really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed my sheep" Discipling and loving is not about being picky. "For God so loved the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;... and "making disciples of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all nations&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed my sheep". When the whole flock obeys and is cooperative to your leadership. And even when a few start to stray here and there. Still, feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one strays, what to do? Forget it? Saving the rest of the flock is more important, I say! No, Jesus says: Abandon conventional wisdom and extravagantly love that straying and lost sheep. How? Count my life worth nothing, be willing to risk everything, and get out there to chase after that one sheep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray. So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish" (Matthew 18:12-14). Where in this world is 1 &gt; 99? Only in God's Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did not come for the righteous. He came to call sinners to repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remind myself regularly:&lt;br /&gt;"If God treated me the way I treat and view other people, I'd be in serious trouble"&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly imagine! God: "Eh, Joe's really not all that. He disobeys me, doesn't trust me, and is just really undisciplined and irresponsible. Do I really want my precious Son to be tortured and killed on the cross for this... loser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is beyond huge. Bigger, more majestic, and greater than I can imagine. Yet, He values a soul. God numbers the very hairs on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "bigger" Kingdom vision. Not to hurry forth with a sense of urgency to build the biggest, grandest palace and to be the most "successful". The Kingdom vision is taking the time to be Christ to others. God calls us to be faithful, not successful. That's why laying down one's life for another is the greatest love a person can demonstrate. That's exactly what Christ did for all of us. Transforming lives, one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slow-going. But I hold on to an eternal encouragement and hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mighty to Save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Hillsongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs compassion, a love that's never failing.&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness, the kindness of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The hope of nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior, He can move the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;My God is mighty to save, He is mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave, Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as You find me, all my fears and failures&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow, everything I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5903361544861955660?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5903361544861955660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-99.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5903361544861955660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5903361544861955660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-99.html' title='1 &gt; 99'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5671703687176054140</id><published>2009-02-15T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:32:57.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I refuse</title><content type='html'>to get a BlackBerry. It's addictive, expensive, further incapacitates my short-term memory (I used to remember all my friends' phone numbers... I now know about 4), and makes me a total social narf-boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that now... but I said this too about cellphones. I was adamantly against cell phones until I finally caved and got one in senior year of high school. Never got anything fancier than a basic affordable phone plan and text messaging. I recently upgraded to unlimited text because more and more people text. And more and more people are getting text-friendly "mobile devices". (No longer just called cellular phones...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone etiquette nowadays is horrendous. What happened to turning off your cell phone during lectures and meals? What happened to walking out of the room to hold a conversation in order to NOT disturb the peace? What happened to just being a responsible person and showing up ontime and maybe actually following up/apologizing rather than texting at the last minute? Really... I forget what we did before cellphones... how would we communicate with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I remember. We were more patient, more flexible, and just stayed after to talk more. Our lives were less interrupted and less cluttered. These are similar concerns people had when television first came out, over 50 years ago. And a couple of decades before that, people were against the detrimental evils of radio. Sigh... the necessary evils of advancements in technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, BlackBerries. It's crack. It's a drug. People who own them are GLUED to them every minute. It's kinda sad actually. The worst part is I could so see myself getting a BlackBerry. It's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Twitter and Google Latitude. Just scary and really unncessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll embrace it when the time comes. But I think I'd take vacations from technology. Imagine that... real vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5671703687176054140?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5671703687176054140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-refuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5671703687176054140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5671703687176054140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-refuse.html' title='I refuse'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3915463399435624334</id><published>2009-02-14T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:23:24.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; our God is merciful. The LORD preserves the simple; when I was brought low, he saved me. Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you." - Psalm 116:5-7 (ESV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per my dad's advice, I read through a Psalm and Proverb daily before reading through other books of the Bible. It centers me. Psalm 116, although I read it a few days ago, has resonated in my heart even until this morning. Better than the words I can use to express my heart, here it is - my praise to my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partial to the English Standard Version (ESV) of the Bible - but I like how the Message translation puts Psalm 116. Read, remember, be blessed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 116 (The Message translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love God because he listened to me, listened as I begged for mercy. He listened so intently as I laid out my case before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death stared me in the face, hell was hard on my heels. Up against it, I didn't know which way to turn; then I called out to God for help: "Please, God!" I cried out. "Save my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is gracious - it is he who makes things right, our most compassioante God. God takes the side of the helpless; when I was at the end of my rope, he saved me. I said to myself, "Relax and rest. God has showered you with blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soul, you've been rescued from death; Eye, you've been rescued from tears; And you, Foot, were kept from sttumbling." I'm striding in the presence of God, alive in the land of the living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed faithful, though bedeviled, and despite a ton of bad luck, despite giving up on the human race, saying, "They're all liars and cheats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I give back to God for the blessings he's poured out on me? I'll lift high the cup of salvation - a toast to God! I'll pray in the name of God; I'll complete what I promised God I'd do, and I'll do it together with his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrive at the gates of death, God welcomes those who love him. Oh, God, here I am, your servant, your faithful servant: set me free for your service! I'm ready to offer the thanksgiving sacrifice and pray in the name of God. I'll complete what I promised God I'd do, and I'll do it in company with his people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the place of worship, in God's house, in Jerusalem, God's city. Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3915463399435624334?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3915463399435624334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3915463399435624334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3915463399435624334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-lord.html' title='I love the LORD'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5929196469789309103</id><published>2009-02-09T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:43:51.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i (sometimes) get paid/pay to do this</title><content type='html'>I just spent the whole weekend cross-country skiing and snowshoeing across northern Michigan. I got lotsa food, slept 7 hours a night (which is above average for me), watched three movies, and just hung out with a bunch of guys. And I got paid to do it - just enough to pay off my bills for the month. That's the Marine Corps for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my return to Ann Arbor, I met and trained with some people who share similar callings and passions, and helped cook some dinner for LIFE group. I paid to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two hours I've been catching up with my roommates and checking the oodles of emails I missed in the last three days. The amount of catch-up work from this weekend is frightening - but it's so worth it. Now I'll pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to hear good news from our brothers and sisters in Christ. And it's definitely a great feeling, albeit humbling, to know that things are fine or even better without me. Investment and trust - fully paid out for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to one of my best buddies recently. He reminded me to pursue my passions - money is always secondary. Ha! This coming from a guy who works in the financial sector with people his age getting laid off left and right. Tough times. And he meant what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I get paid to do some of this stuff. And for the stuff I don't get paid for, I'd still do it for free! I'm tired and there's so much to do. But I'm so thankful. As fun, packed, tiring this weekend was and how crazy-busy my week looks, I'm reminded of why I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I get it more and more... this "heavenly treasure" versus "earthly treasure" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly treasure &gt; earthly treasure. Definitely. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!" - Psalm 115:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5929196469789309103?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5929196469789309103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-sometimes-get-paid-to-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5929196469789309103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5929196469789309103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-sometimes-get-paid-to-do-this.html' title='i (sometimes) get paid/pay to do this'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-838608529548798903</id><published>2009-02-03T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:44:52.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is this world coming to?"</title><content type='html'>Last week at the library where I work, a woman reading that day's newspaper exclaimed, "What is this world coming to?!" Her gaping mouth, furrowed brow, and shaking head, though sincere, was almost comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you mean, ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "I just can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe &lt;/span&gt;people these days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you talking about the mother who was murdered in her home the other day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "YEA! Right here in Ann Arbor! Can you believe it? I just can't believe it! People nowadays are just crazy and so evil! People weren't like this back in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Nooooo way! Uh-uh! What is this world coming to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I beg to differ ma'am. The world has always been this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "... has always been this - hm. Never thought about it like that. Now you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;making me think!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe exit stage left through Fantasy/Sci-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same week in a different library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man: "Hey, I've seen you around the Downtown library before. You guys [security] work at the branches too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes sir, we do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I like it better here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "O yea, how's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "It's quieter. It's too noisy over at Downtown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, it's smaller here. But there are more families who come in with crying babies, so it's a trade-off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Well, at least there aren't any homeless around here. Man, they're the ones who cause ALL the trouble. Can't stand them. I think I'll come around here more often. Thanks."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember when I used to be shocked reading the news - the violence, stupidity, greed, and just EVIL things that people are capable of. Not to say that my heart doesn't break when hearing about these things now, but really, do I expect something different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people are in SHOCK and their world is turned upside down when they hear that a religious leader is living a life of sin (usually involving sex and money scandals)? Yes, there's a leadership and trust issue, but he/she is human. Nothing more, nothing less. I definitely agree that especially leaders need to be held accountable and live by different standards. But nobody is immune to sin - to evil - to the Devil's schemes. Even theologically/biblically - the most fervent believers can "fall into sin" if they are not careful and alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to anybody. Even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like car accidents and cancer. Nobody plans for or wants these things. They just happen. I just laugh whenever I hear "I never thought that I would get cancer". Really, who does? Or "Don't worry, I'm a really good driver! I really am! You have no idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1: Most drivers think that they are better at driving than the average motor vehicle operator.&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2: Most drivers are terrible drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they're called "accidents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this is that some people live very sheltered lives. Even people who hear that "people live very sheltered lives" somehow think that they live outside of a bubble, when they really don't! I'm amused whenever I hear ignorant, clueless Univeristy students/Ann Arborites who claim "Ann Arbor is so safe we don't really need the police around here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatively speaking, in a purely numerical sense, yes Ann Arbor is "safer" than let's say... Detroit. But Ann Arbor is full of people. And all peoples are prone to accidents and committing crimes. Whether it's drug deals, theft, murder, gangs, human trafficking, child molestors - you name it, Ann Arbor has it! We live in a fallen world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the whole "let's blame the homeless" comment:&lt;br /&gt;We so easily cast off all blame to someone else. Because that someone else is much more capable of evil than we are, and it's just easier to point fingers at people than it is to look at oneself and have your own sins exposed. And trust me, I've done a lot of finger-pointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I would never KILL anybody! So I'm innocent! That person actually murdered somebody!"&lt;br /&gt;To you sir or ma'am, I invite you to read the book of Matthew, chapters 5-7. Read it and we'll talk about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: More than half of all the "problems" I encounter working at the public library are not instigated by the "dirty, rude, crazy, dangerous homeless people".&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Most of the problems are started by the rich, snobby people who think they "deserve something" - and when they don't get it, they get ticked off and start a tamper tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the "undeserving" who prove to be the most humble and polite. The people who think they're better than ______ and feel like they deserve something - wow, they're the REAL trouble-makers. "Blessed are the poor in spirit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say all this out of a pessimistic and cynical heart. For me, knowing that every single person has the capacity to sin actually turns my eyes to the only eternal hope that I know, Jesus Christ. I think that lying to ourselves that we're somehow OK and better than _____ is ultimately a sign of self-sufficiency and a disillusioned sense of pride. If we're ever at the point where we are pointing our fingers at someone else and claiming, "But I would never... I can't believe some people are..." then we lose sight of the very first step in being reconciled with God: the confession that we are sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to? The world has been full of sin and darkness longer than you or I've been alive. But Christ is that hope and light. Christ overcame the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-838608529548798903?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/838608529548798903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/838608529548798903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/838608529548798903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html' title='&quot;What is this world coming to?&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-6664705501975791793</id><published>2009-01-25T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:34:59.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>My personal time of reflecting and journaling have taken big hits lately because of my idle and senseless wanderings on the internet. I'll be taking a hiatus from blogging (I've blogged nearly every day for the last week!) until at least February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I was blessed and awed by Psalm 102. Excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear my prayer, O LORD... Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress! ... For my days pass away like smoke... I wither away like grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever; you are remembered throughout all generations... Nations will fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the earth will fear your glory; he regards the prayer of the destitute and does not despise their prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be recorded for a generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise the LORD: that he looked down from his holy height; from heaven the LORD looked at the earth, to hear the groans of prisoners, to set free those were doomed to die, that they may declare in Zion the name of the LORD, and in Jerusalem his praise, when peoples gather together, and kingdoms, to worship the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will remain... you are the same, and your years have no end..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-6664705501975791793?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/6664705501975791793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6664705501975791793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6664705501975791793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-3958759640828293247</id><published>2009-01-24T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:53:16.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man-pride</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Joseph and I have man-pride. *supportive applause*group hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both proud to be a man and driven by the irresistable, secretly sensitive, stubborn male ego. Man-pride can range from the "good" of instilling confidence, courage, and even healthy competition; to the obnoxious, arrogant, and selfishly ambitious jerk-faced-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In moments of my own flamboyant expression of man-pride, women have reacted by rolling their eyes and moaning "Ugh... there he goes again... stupid man-pride..." To which I and other "manly men" in the vicinity have responded, "Yea, but man-pride makes the world go 'round. There wouldn't be any progress without man-pride" I'm not sure if a more stupid and prideful response can be generated... wow. Bravo to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, of course, we're referring to is the pride that fuels competition. Without competition, advancements in technology would take huge hits and we'd still be math problems on abacii (plural of abacus... I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on the moon? All thanks to dueling national space programs of the Cold War-era. Man-pride.&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics and professionalized sports? "Appreciation for the human body, athleticism, a love for the game" Man-pride!&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors, cut-off sleeves, very loud grunting, bicep curls in weight rooms? For "form, cooling off, effort, and strength". Nope. Man-pride.Lots of things are (seemingly) driven by man-pride. So it's a necessary evil meant to be carefully controlled, right?&lt;br /&gt;Some women may even desire to tame the wild, bad boys and mold them to do their will... or so I've heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lessons I've learned in man-hood goes against man-pride: "A man knows when he's wrong and isn't afraid to admit it. A man says Sorry and has the fortitude to move on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The confidence and security of a humble man comes not from his own abilities and acheivements but from his firmly rooted identity in something bigger than himself, that eternal thing being the LORD God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more laughable it all is. There's no room for man-pride. Pride strips away the possibility of unconditional love, forgiveness, teamwork, and the vulnerability needed to learn from one's mistakes. I've been so pride-ful that I can literally count the number of times I've said, "Sorry" to someone for something I screwed up on. I've screwed up (ie. sinned) countless times and owed many apologies. Instead, my pride prevented me from saying or sometimes even being sorry. I've replaced what should've been a "Sorry, I was wrong. Forgive me." to a pitiful &lt;em&gt;excuse-filled&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;explanation&lt;/em&gt; of my side of the story and coming to a mere understanding in hopes of quelching any fires of hate and bitterness. That's called self-preservation, people. Man-pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride makes the world go 'round. That's only true in the fallen world - de facto to the seeing eyes of men! But the LORD God is Creator of the Universe and proves otherwise. All things were made by Christ, for Christ, and created to worship Him. It really is funny sometimes because my pride can be so ironic. The things I judge people for are the very things I fall short in - either at that particular time or sometime later. Who am I kidding? I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real meaning of "Do not judge" in Scriptures is not necessarily to rid ourselves of all judgment (because we absolutely need it!) but to have a sober judgment of ourselves and not be so quick in judgin others with a hypocritical, man-pride-driven heart. Or else what? "Lest you be judged the same way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading John 13 again, I see how Simon Peter cried out to Jesus to not wash his dirty feet. Peter urges Jesus to wash his head and body, but not his feet. Let that be done by someone else, or perhaps by Peter himself. Jesus replies that he must wash Peter's feet otherwise Peter cannot share life with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at that place again - Cavalry, at the foot of the Cross. So ashamed and prideful to let Jesus, King of all kings, stoop down and wash the dirtiest parts of my life, I say "No! I can do it! Please don't touch my feet! They're too nasty!" The full extent of man-pride is self-sufficiency, thinking I can do it all by myself. I am too good and pass myself as modest by not accepting free gifts. I refuse help when I clearly need it. I need to earn something so I can feel as if it was me who saved myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I humble myself and abandon myself to God, I cannot identify myself with Him. God will not force Himself upon me. He does not need to persuade me of Himself and further fuel my pride. He does not need to try to convince me nor can I possible convince myself holy to God. The only way man-pride can be defeated is self-humility at Christ's feet. Only I can humble myself, by accepting grace. Again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in so doing, &lt;em&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not nullify the grace of God, for if righteousness were through the law, then Christ died for no purpose."&lt;/em&gt; - Galatians 2:20-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-3958759640828293247?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/3958759640828293247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-pride.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3958759640828293247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/3958759640828293247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-pride.html' title='man-pride'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-6879929829507420786</id><published>2009-01-23T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:53:01.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual disrobing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burden of Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty. I feel guilty that I have a blog and haven't contributed to it for seven months. Guilty that all my pals on Facebook post cool pictures, while the last shots I uploaded were of Fourth of July fireworks - from 2007. Guilty that I haven't Dugg anything since, well, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like social networking - I adore it. I love the way it transforms my ragged circle of contacts and acquaintances into something approaching a community Every site becomes a personalized small town where strangers don't stay that way for long. I'm fascinated by the quirks and preferences my "friends" reveal through comments, status reports, and alerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where my guilt comes in. Because of time constraints and just plain reticence, I worry that I'm snatching morsels from the information food bank without making any donations. Instead of healthy, reciprocal participation, I'm flirting with parasitic voyeurism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, driven by guilt, I try to pitch in. I post Facebook status reports, send iPhone snapshots to Flickr, link my Netflix queue with FriendFeed. But as my participation increases, I invariably suffer another psychic downside of social networking: remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I upload the details of my existence, even in the form of random observations and casual location updates, the more I worry about giving away too much. It's one thing  to share intimacies person-to-person. But with a community? Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYU lecturer and WIRED correspondent Clay Shirky notes in his 2008 book, Here Comes Everybody, that sharing personal information on social networks is not the same as broadcasting. It's more like dishing with close buddies in a mall food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest source of my dilemma is Twitter, which lets you spit out real-time reports about what you're thinking and doing. It's fun to track the digital ejaculations of selected Twitterati. But a couple thousand people signed up unsolicited to follow my tweets. And I feel guilty when not serving this hungry crowd - remorseful when I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't know many in this mob, I try not to be personally revealing. Still, no matter how innocuous your individual tweets, the aggregate ends up being the foundation of a scary-deep self-portrait. It's like a psychographic version of strip poker - I'm disrobing, 140 characters at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, I get a glimpse of the effects of tossing all this personal confetti to the winds. In November, I attended an industry conference, and so many people congratulated me on the Phillies Word Series win that I felt like Chase Utley. How did they know I'm a Phillies fan? Duh, they read my dispatches from Citizen's Bank Park during game four. And if they're still following, they also know about my son's college plans, my recent travel itinerary, and the fact that I filed this column late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a lot about privacy violations by Big Brother and Little Brother. But what is the fault lies not in our siblings but in ourselves? For a reality check, I called Marc Rotenberg, head of the Electronic Privacy Information Center and an utter hawk when it comes to protecting personal data. He told me to relax. "One aspect of privacy is the ability to protect yourself as you choose," he says. Services like Facebook and Twitter are strictly opt-in, so as long as the information isn't divvied out to marketers, Rotenberg is OK with it: "That is freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm feeling guilty - for being remorseful. Maybe I should complain about it in my next tweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Steven Levy, WIRED magazine, February 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-6879929829507420786?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/6879929829507420786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/virtual-disrobing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6879929829507420786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6879929829507420786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/virtual-disrobing.html' title='virtual disrobing'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-5089844869685288442</id><published>2009-01-22T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:28:07.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS</title><content type='html'>I just sent a very long email... probably one of my longest ones in recent memory. Topic? Communication. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! How ironic! Looking over my email again, I wasted time and space mentioning a lot of unnecessary things. I could've probably got the same point across, in a more gentle way, using about 1/3 the space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the result of years of BS-ing my way through 20-page History papers. hm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, alternate point: Don't send exasperated emails at 2:30AM. Wait, think it out, say it in person if possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn my preachy-ness! Sometimes, I need a good fresh slap in the face and to be told, "You're not all that, get over yourself!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear of the acronym, KISS? Keep it simple, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about "Keep it short 'n simple"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most valuable talent is that of never using two words when one will do.&lt;/em&gt; - Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-5089844869685288442?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/5089844869685288442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5089844869685288442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/5089844869685288442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss.html' title='KISS'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-4589371476927028526</id><published>2009-01-21T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:06:48.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend, God gave me some fresh revelations that allowed me to shape a direction for the rest of this semester. Not just for myself but for our LIFE group as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In short:&lt;br /&gt;In view of His grandeur, I must abandon myself completely to God in order to grow more deeply in love with Him. I must commit to taking steps of faith, always keeping God's righteousness and Kingdom in mind ("the big picture").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the A,B,C,D's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am learning more and more of the weighty commitment I made over three years ago when I declared to God, "Here am I, all of me. Take my life, it's all for Thee."&lt;br /&gt;I uttered those words in humility, repentance, and brokenness - out of a sincere heart. Since then, I've struggled in learning the true meaning of "surrender". It's not just a momentary thing, it's my whole life. As my pride swells, my faith and convictions tested, I've been tempted to rely more and more on myself. I want to be self-sufficient and master my own circumstances!&lt;br /&gt;But no, God is LORD of all. And when I forget that, God doesn't entice me with persuasive words or miracles or even forces anything upon me. He simply offers himself to me through His faithfulness shown in His promises. Do I really trust in my sovereign God? I must completely abandon myself to God - not just test out the waters by dipping my feet in - but a canonball dive into the deep end. Wholehearted devotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In order to abandon myself, my view of God must increase in scope. I want and need to have something great to have great faith in. John the Baptist's declaration resounds as a challenge and calling to me: "He must increase, but I must decrease" (John 3:30).&lt;br /&gt;If my view and understanding of God increases and gets "bigger", my faith and understanding of God will grow closer in fully realizing those elusive traits only God can possess: "eternal", "forever", the Great "I AM".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not only must my view of God increase, but my faith must continually transform from a selfish one to a selfless faith. Is my heart for people, for the local church, for the lost? The more self-focused I am, the less these things matter. The closer I am with Christ, the more clearly I see His heart for something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go of all my daily, small anxieties and realize that God is bigger. He &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; save the day! Striving to not worry, but seek first the kingdom of God and all His righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my eyes off of the stormy seas and the fact that I could be drowning, to what is right in front of me - Christ himself, hand extended. Forget the storms - my God controls the storms. And then, after declaring my love for Christ? "Feed my sheep". Bigger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This life of surrender has to be just that. A lifestlye of choices and decisions centered around the highest calling of following Christ. It's not automatic nor is it easy. I must learn to commit myself to continually surrendering my will and heart to Christ. I must commit myself again and again to the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when times are tough and I fall away in sinfulness, I must commit myself back to God - because He committed Himself to me so that I may be saved despite my sinfulness. An amazing devotion calls for an amazing commitment in response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And in all this, I desire to grow deeper in my knowledge of God and deeper in love with God. How sad would it be if love and knowledge had a quantifiable limit? Even atheists and agnostics know those truths: love and knowledge can only grow deeper. In order to grow deeper with God, I must abandon myself to Him, exalt Him above all other things, and commit to following Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this semester of loving God, loving people, and seeking His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A song our church started singing this past semester. One that expresses this message of faith, surrender, and exalting God to the highest place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Alone are God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I confess my hope in the light of Your salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I lose myself I will find You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing my soul of the Savior's love&lt;br /&gt;Sing my soul unto God alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet You here in the life we call surrender&lt;br /&gt;Let the world I know be the glory of Your grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You alone are God&lt;br /&gt;You alone are God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We declare the glory of Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign in all the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reign in all the earth, Jesus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-4589371476927028526?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/4589371476927028526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/abcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4589371476927028526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/4589371476927028526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-672163342827577390</id><published>2009-01-20T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:12:54.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>classy</title><content type='html'>Classy moment of the day: &lt;div&gt;President Obama escorts former President Bush to say farewell. That kind of accompanied farewell has never been done before. Ladies and gentlemen, that is class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new commander in chief. Our new leader and motivator. An excellent orator. I sure do hope for the better. But a "revolution" is not without a resiliency, perseverance, and toil from the people - you and me. "This is the price and promise of citizenship". Amen, brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A remarkable story of not just one man or administration, but of a country rising up to remake itself. I'm excited to see how it unfolds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conclusion of Obama's inaugral speech:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words to be read to the people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Let it be told to the future world... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy current, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. God bless you. And God bless America." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- B. Obama, 44th American President, inaugural speech, Jan.20, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-672163342827577390?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/672163342827577390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/classy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/672163342827577390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/672163342827577390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/classy.html' title='classy'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-73589822447173531</id><published>2009-01-14T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:16:30.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed regardless - bless the LORD</title><content type='html'>Thoughts from reading today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous..." (Matthew 5:45)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded today that God will bless who He will bless. Why? One, because of His word - if He says so, He will do it. That's who God is. And two, God created everything and everything is created to worship God. God sends down rain and lets the sun shine on the righteous and unrighteous. He gave His one and only son to the whole world full of sinners, knowing that many will never profess willingly that Jesus is Lord and Savior. Blessings will come - expected or unexpected, deserved or undeserved, faithful or unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man you discipline, O LORD, the man you teach from your law" (Psalm 94:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God disciplines me. Why? Not just because right is right and wrong is wrong. But in my learned obedience to God, I bring Him glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation... For the Lord is the great God... In his hand are the depths of the earth... The sea is his, for he made it..." (Psalm 95:1,3-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why praise God? The psalmist puts it simply: because "the Lord is the great God". Not because of necessarily what He's done for lil ol' me, and certainly not because I have anything of worth to give to God, but simply because He IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black" (Matthew 5:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in creation is the LORD's. I own nothing, not even my life. How can I even swear by anything, including my own life, if it is not under my control? I give freely because it wasn't mine to give anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is for God's glory - whether I acknowledge it or not, in the end, God will be glorified. He sure doesn't need me - He can make the rocks cry out in my place! Yet, I am just amazed at how God continues to bless me especially when I know I did nothing to earn any kind of reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provided the Israelites manna, meat, guidance, water, and everything they ever needed for a whole generation - despite their complaining and continued disobedience. But why doesn't he completely annihilate them for their sinful ways? Because through these people, God will display His glory - and even in disobedience, God will still be glorified. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and am blessed by the rising sun every morning. I didn't do squat to make it come up. I am blessed regardless. How can I ever think that "for even a moment that the point of it all was to make much of me"? For His glory. Make much of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-73589822447173531?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/73589822447173531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed-regardless-bless-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/73589822447173531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/73589822447173531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed-regardless-bless-lord.html' title='blessed regardless - bless the LORD'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-846982258725889948</id><published>2009-01-13T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:43:51.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exposed</title><content type='html'>Part of growing up is realizing more of who I am. Not only who and what I am not, but embracing the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit is exposing more and more of me. Showing me areas of my life, my character that I have not consciously and willingly submitted under His authority. And in turn, showing more and more of who God is in me. Man, there's just so much more to this life that I want to keep safe by ignoring it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read once that the greatest and final source of pride lies in the fact that we insist that we already know ourselves. This pride only prevents me from knowing more of God. Without letting this point of pride go, I cannot say in my soul, "Search me, know me, test my heart and see if there is any offensive way in me" (Psalm 139). I prevent the full realization of the Holy Spirit at work in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm so inclined to say, "You don't know me! I'll do what I want! Stop judging me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only limit myself by limiting God. So what's my proper response? Go into hiding, shade the truth, try harder to look and maintain a certain image? No. That's what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD, renew my mind. When I am so set on my ways and think I know myself and have an unwavering "life philosophy", please challenge it and take me deeper. Expose me with Your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Starfield, "Cry in my Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a cry in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For Your glory to fall&lt;br /&gt;For Your presence to fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;There's a yearning again&lt;br /&gt;A thirst for discipline&lt;br /&gt;A hunger for things that are deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could You take me beyond?&lt;br /&gt;Could You carry me through?&lt;br /&gt;If I open my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Could I go there with You?&lt;br /&gt;(For I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;But I know there's still more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord, I need to know You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what do I have&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have You, Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;What in this life&lt;br /&gt;Could mean any more?&lt;br /&gt;You are my rock&lt;br /&gt;You are my glory&lt;br /&gt;You are the lifter&lt;br /&gt;Of my head&lt;br /&gt;Lifter of this head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-846982258725889948?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/846982258725889948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/exposed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/846982258725889948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/846982258725889948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/exposed.html' title='exposed'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-668773061585257564</id><published>2009-01-11T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:56:29.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>positive</title><content type='html'>I'm currently sitting in front of a free computer kiosk at a Holiday Inn Express. Paid for by the US Marine Corps. I'm away from Ann Arbor on drilling status for the weekend and get to stay in plush hotels :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every January, the whole Marine Corps has a "safety stand-down". Basically it's a whole weekend/week of classes that remind/teach us about codes of conduct, current events and issues, and safety issues. Usually, standard classes cover terrorism awareness, STD's, drunk driving, drugs. Simply put, it's "health class"/physical education for Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, these classes can be pretty long and painful to sit through, occasionally broken up by an especially witty presenter or entertaining videos/pictures. This year is a little different. It's more sobering times as we remember two of our young Marines who were killed in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. Safety is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One class that stood out yesterday was one about HIV/AIDS. Usually, our classes are taught in-house by Marines and the one on STD's tends to be pretty cut and dry. This time we invited a Detroit couple who volunteer and work for the Health department. The man and woman are happily married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were great. Very engaging speakers, kept it "real", dynamic, informative, and funny. The man is 61 years old! We all thought he was in his 30's or 40's - very healthy-looking guy. Woman was hilarious as she openly talked about how she'd "get it on" with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;They're both HIV positive. They have been for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is attitude. When things go unexpectedly wrong, how do I deal with it? It depends on my attitude. A positive attitude. I can call that a lot of things, like "where I stand in my faith journey", "my personal walk with God", simply "my faith", "trusting God", "staying upbeat", or "being positive and making the most out of a situation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they first found out about their condition, the HIV positive couple were emotionally distraught, and even attempted suicide. Things seemed hopeless, so why keep trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recovering from the initial shocks, both the husband and wife gradually realized that they were in a position where they weren't "dying with AIDS", they were "living with AIDS". Strengthening each other through love and encouragement, and eventually marrying each other, the husband and wife were able to partner together and overcome the negativity surrounding theor circumstance and rise above with strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, standing in front of hundreds of strangers and even family members to talk about an oft taboo subject is not easy. But the couple believed that they were alive, healthy for a specific purpose - to educate and empower others about HIV/AIDS and prevent the "cancer" from spreading. As the woman said, "I believe in God, and I believe that the LORD has a better plan for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple closed out their session with spoken word. The woman started singing, "When the Spirit of the LORD falls on me, I will dance like David danced". The man spoke about the price and value of a life not wasted. Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are &lt;em&gt;tough &lt;/em&gt;and outcomes are so uncertain. But I know trials are placed by God to refine me. I can be joyful (That's James 1). Catching up with another brother, we remembered that no matter how weak, defeated, discouraged, inadequate we may be/feel - like fragile jars of clay - that the LORD still chose us to hold His glory and light. While driving, this old song came to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be more like You, I want to be more like You. I want to be a vessel You work through, I want to be more like You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm learning to turn my eyes upon Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-668773061585257564?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/668773061585257564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/668773061585257564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/668773061585257564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/positive.html' title='positive'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1085438212910742447</id><published>2009-01-06T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:28:42.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back home</title><content type='html'>I'm glad to be in Ann Arbor. I can understand why there are those who really hate being back in Ann Arbor (and this not only limited to out-of-staters) or maybe just really wish they were somewhere else with other people. I feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly because I decided to come to University of Michigan from New Jersey to get away from New Jersey. And not just because "I want to see something new". I don't think I'm that capricious (maybe). I wanted to get away and stay away - live my own life. Over the years, that attitude has changed. It's a challenge and discipline to care for and keep the relationships I have with people elsewhere (ie my friends and family in NJ). Not being able to see them and miss them at times has grown my love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because I realized after graduating from high school, that &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/home"&gt;home &lt;/a&gt;is not really a physical place. I remember when I just didn't feel right when I visited NJ after extensive time away in training with the Marine Corps. The people and places were definitely familiar and I can always have an enjoyable experience with loved ones, but it just wasn't home anymore. I tried defining what "home" is. I say Ann Arbor is my home now - when I say "back home" I'm usually referring to the University of Michigan campus.  I usually refer New Jersey as "visiting my folks". Even so, Ann Arbor is not my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this urge deep inside that tells me "you're not home yet". My co-worker told me that I'm still very young and live an unstable life. I don't have a career, am single, no family of my own, rent an apartment with three other guys... in a sense, no "stability". There are people who tell me to be more patient, to relax, to calm down - that I'll eventually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; settle down.&lt;/span&gt; Will I be more at home when I have a job, wife, kids, and my own place? No, I don't think so. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are used to moving around a lot. So staying in one place for too long is uncomfortable to them, mainly because they're not used to it and/or have a peculiar sense for all things new and adventurous. So, do I want to explore the world and constantly be on the move? Is the "whole world my backyard"? Sort of, I guess... but that's not quite it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get homesick very easily. The past years have taught me to adapt to new environments and people relatively quickly and not limit my concept of a "home" to a geographic location or specific group of people. So I can and do adapt pretty quickly. I've traveled to many places in the US and the world, so I usually don't get an intense "culture-shock". What I mean is not that I necessarily know everything there is to know about a new place (I never do) and am always surprised at new things, but I'm not so shocked that I can't operate or get used to local customs quickly. Is that it? Is my real home somewhere else - perhaps overseas in a different country, culture, and with different people? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm glad to be where I am. I'm confident that God is absolutely sovereign in my life. God doesn't just help me "through all circumstances". He orchestrates and is in control of all circumstances! I am more confident that God has placed me where I am for His purpose, for me to grow and see more of Him and His ways &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more, as I grow in my relationship with God, the things of this world leave a bland taste in my mouth. The world and people created by God and for God are beautiful - but I can't get no satisfaction from it! Above all else, in Christ alone, I place my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Phil%204&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Philippians 4&lt;/a&gt; and what Paul wrote about contentment. No matter who, what, when, where - Paul found the secret of being content in his heart: to remain in Christ and Christ alone. I want to be with Christ more and more. Putting my trust and hope in the things of this world - be it a place, a building, familiar sights and sounds, or people - has only drawn me farther from God's righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my call is to stay faithful and do the best that I can with this earthly home. It is temporary and will fade. I can't wait to go home and be with my Adonai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my voice, I lift my praise to You&lt;br /&gt;I lift my hands, I lift my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;And I love You more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever I will sing, only You will I adore&lt;br /&gt;Glorify my Lord, only You will I serve&lt;br /&gt;For the world will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Still my song to You remains&lt;br /&gt;Only You will I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1085438212910742447?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1085438212910742447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1085438212910742447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1085438212910742447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-home.html' title='back home'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-6131880978715749822</id><published>2009-01-04T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:35:00.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>expansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SWFv9hCTOMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VVo5HYlasEQ/s1600-h/Picture_901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on NJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with the family back in New Jersey was good. Being away for a relatively long time (13+ months) made me forget how my family really is and miss out on how they've changed so much. It's like I hit the *pause* button on the Yun family for a whole year and had to hit fast forward to try to catch up to speed. Kinda confused but blessed and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first two days back in Jersey with my brother and my dad at a joint youth retreat outside of Atlantic City. I was really blessed to see my little punk brother worshiping at a retreat. I gained a whole new, more positive perspective on Korean churches in America. Not just because of the passion and excitement I saw in 30+ hours, but because of the sincerity of a small group of people who were dedicated to bringing about reconciliation between Koreans and Korean-Americans in churches and dreaming big about its future. I was inspired and had to repent of my jadedness and bitterness toward the Korean church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents celebrated their 25th (aka "Silver") wedding anniversary. Looking at their marriage I see that that kind of commitment is tough; it ain't daisies and butterflies. It's more like &lt;strong&gt;rainbows and lollipops&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SWFwG32eHPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CbQ57aouZqU/s1600-h/Picture_901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287630700883614962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SWFwG32eHPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CbQ57aouZqU/s400/Picture_901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Yeri (cousin), Miriam (older sis), me, Yeji (cousin), Michelle (younger sis), Yerim (cousin), Dad, Mom, John (younger bro), aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think my stomach expanded and I gained some weight while in Jersey for the past week. All I did was eat and sleep a lot, like 8+ hours a night! My mom has been spreading rumors around the NJ galaxy that her oldest son is starving and sleep-deprived here in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Partly true, but I bring it upon myself(mostly). So my aunt fed me 'til I was about to burst. I think I gained enough flab to look somewhat closer to a more healthy weight, at least for my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I look and seem healthier, I know I'm actually weaker. Physically, I haven't worked out in a month(!!!!!). After about 50-60 pushups my arms give out. Relative to what I'm used to being able to do that's pretty weak-sauce. Much like my spiritual life and just keeping tight hold of my character and integrity, fitness and growth takes devotion, consistency, integrity, and hard work. I've been lacking in all these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I'm feeling entering into the new year. Knowing I should be stronger, more mature, deeper, more ______, but just bloated and weak. I see more and more of my shortcomings and it's humbling and I'm learning a lot about myself, about other people, and about God. Now's a good time for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get into shape. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-6131880978715749822?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/6131880978715749822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/expansion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6131880978715749822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/6131880978715749822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/expansion.html' title='expansion'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0WicBTCX0U/SWFwG32eHPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CbQ57aouZqU/s72-c/Picture_901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-1166975697853860684</id><published>2009-01-03T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:09:45.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sayings</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about &lt;em&gt;everyone, &lt;/em&gt;but I'm pretty sure most people I know are known for certain gestures, habits, personality quirks, or things they say &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have a few that I'm not aware of about myself (based on other people imitating me). These sayings are different from habitual utterances. For example, I say "The thing is..." a lot. That's more of a habitual utterance or space-filler than a saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my dad's sayings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honesty is the best policy"&lt;br /&gt;"Always do your best"&lt;br /&gt;"Become a great person" (roughly translated from Korean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few "sayings" I've adopted over recent years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rainbows and lollipops"&lt;/strong&gt; (before you can enjoy something, sometimes you've gotta go through some rain and a lot of sucking, and that feeling of "happiness" is momentary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It ain't truly good if you can't share it"&lt;/strong&gt; - if you only keep it to yourself, it's not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not about you"&lt;/strong&gt; - it ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. Yea, we all &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; this. But I can never ignore the power of words, otherwise I wouldn't bother blogging. It's a combination, you know? Action inspired by words legitimate the words, and vice versa. I commit to making my words edifying and uplifting. May they not puff me up - if they do, I trust my friends will keep me in check. Thank God for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-1166975697853860684?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/1166975697853860684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1166975697853860684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/1166975697853860684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/sayings.html' title='sayings'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971577953048167160.post-2837623305527479422</id><published>2009-01-03T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:39:27.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>xanga is not "dead"</title><content type='html'>But apparently, a lot of people think so. And since I don't blog "for myself" (I keep a personal, handwritten journal),  I'll start blogging here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye xanga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971577953048167160-2837623305527479422?l=thejoeyun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/feeds/2837623305527479422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/xanga-is-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2837623305527479422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971577953048167160/posts/default/2837623305527479422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejoeyun.blogspot.com/2009/01/xanga-is-not-dead.html' title='xanga is not &quot;dead&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Yun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783699162145974645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNodt4AaVEw/TkUsj8UGWRI/AAAAAAAAADw/zKyNHMUxFeg/s220/225845_10150245252769002_598159001_8459141_3787622_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
