Spirituality in the Mundane


I love Donald Miller. In fact, Blue Like Jazz and Searching for God Knows What were pivotal books for me in shaping the way I think about God and the Bible. He has a great way of telling stories, both the story of God and salvation and also the stories of individuals.

Recently, he has been focusing on the stories of individuals, teaching people how to live their lives in a way that is meaningful and impactful. If you aren't familiar with his book Million Miles, an example of this can be found in his blog post here.

However, I feel there is a flaw in this sort of thinking. It's great to strive for those memorable scenes in life when we do something out of the ordinary. Sometimes in the Christian life we are called to do that. Sometimes we're called to change vocations or to pick up and move our families to somewhere unknown until God says, "OK, you're here now." But I don't think that's always the case. It's easy to glamorize these great out-of-the-ordinary moments, but there is also something to be said about the mundane.

What about the middle-aged man taking care of his aging parents at the expense of his career? Or the young woman struggling with daily, chronic pain? Or what about all the people with depression, cutting, and/or addictions- people for whom waking up in the morning and looking at themselves in the mirror is a challenge in and of itself?

We want stories where people perform great feats, whether it be biking across a continent or surprising strangers with one's spontaneity. We want to see success stories and be inspired. But not every good decision leads to a grand story. Some stories are simple. Some stories are one-liners: "I put others before myself." "I chose joy instead of despair." "I will believe in the goodness of God and the identity He has given me, even though circumstances obstruct my view of Him." Stories like these are not based on a one-time decision but are instead a daily crucifixion of the Self. They are messy and hard decisions that are made over and over again, and sometimes (a lot of times?) don't have a forseeable "happily ever after." These are the types of stories that are sometimes not resolved until eternity.

While there is a place for spontaneity and challenging oneself to go beyond the routine, there is also a place for "radical spirituality" in the mundane. Sometimes the most mundane road is the most radical, meaningful, and impactful, and the people who choose it should be hailed as heroes just as much if not more than fountain-runners.

The Waiting Gameble



 


Note: Yes, I'm still on the Tetris theme, but I promise this is the last one for now.  No, I don't believe in "the one."

Background: Actual screenshot from a game.  In the first game I played, I couldn't set up the double tetris with the two I-blocks until the last 5 seconds.  In the game shown, I was almost at the top before the second I-block came around.

What happens when I don't plan my day properly


Repost: The post earlier wasn't supposed to be some tongue-in-cheek way of saying that I get nothing done when I don't plan my day properly, although that is quite true.  I'm just that brilliant, even when I get the HTML for my images wrong.

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Disneyland


A few friends and I went to Disneyland yesterday for one of their birthdays. I'm really tired now, but I had a super fun time. We all had different types of passes that allowed us to "park-hop," which meant we could go back and forth between Disneyland and California Adventure as we pleased. This was pretty exciting for me because previously, my first and only visit to CA-A was shortly after it opened, which meant it was suuuper crowded, they had less cool stuff, and I was a little young to appreciate the stuff they did have.

Highlights:
  • Eating "waterside" at the Blue Bayou, the restaurant that's inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.  The food was a tad pricey, but the ambiance was worth it.  Good food, good service, and a free dessert for my friend's birthday.
  • Having every Disney cast member say "Happy Birthday" to my friend as we walked through the parks.  That's the deal.  You get a "Happy Birthday" button to wear, and everyone has to say "Happy Birthday" to you.
  • New Space Mountain.  I actually don't know how "new" it is, but I'm pretty sure it was different from the last time I went on it.  It was way cool, but the flash picture they take of you at the end was less of a flash and more of a we-are-trying-to-blind-you light.
  • Indiana Jones.  There's some controller-type guy in a lighted booth upstairs who didn't move for the 10 minutes that we were staring at him.  My friend, L, asked the cast member who seated us, "Should that guy be sleeping?"  The cast member quickly replied, "He's not sleeping," but we said that we had been observing him for quite some time and that we thought otherwise.  The cast member then got on a phone and rang upstair, startling Mr. Controller, who started doing his job again.  I hope he doesn't get in trouble or anything, but his inaction was a tad disconcerting for us.
  • The Tower of Terror.  When I went to CA-A the first time, they didn't have this ride up yet.  Disneyland rides are fun because they're fun.  You don't get scared, but you get a nice thrill of being on a magical ride.  Not so with the Tower of Terror.  True to its name, it was very, very terrifying.  I love rides with large drops (which is why as a kid I loved those log water rides...before I started thinking about how nasty the water is), but the difference between log rides and the Tower of Terror is that in log rides, you know how far down you're going to go.  You can see the bottom.  The Tower of Terror just keeps dropping.  And going back up.  And dropping again.  I loved it and it was fun, but it was scary as heck, and there was now way my friend could have gotten me to ride it again at night.  I have it pegged as a daytime-only ride
  • Disney Animation Studios.  I'm not sure if this one was in CA-A when I first went.  I vaguely remember wanting to go to it, but my parents didn't because they thought it was boring or something.  Either way, this was my first trip there.  In a small lecture hall, they teach you how to draw one of the Disney characters.  I dedicated my drawing to my mom to put on her fridge, because, you know, she hasn't gotten one of those in 15 or so years.  She actually knew who I drew, which made me happy.  (It was Winnie the Poo.)
  • New fireworks show.  This one had the usual magical choreographed fireworks, but there was also more stunt-work done by Tinkerbell and also a cameo by a stunt-flying Dumbo.
  • Hanging out and chatting with friends.  My friend, K, told me about how she and L went to Neuschwanstein, the castle which the Disney castle is based on.  I'd heard the story before, but she told me a few details that I didn't know.  We also talked about the original Mulan poem and I made a really nerdy joke about a Chinese poet named Li Bai and Plato's Republic.  K will be abandoning us to study abroad in England, and it was nice to hang out and celebrate her birthday with her before she goes.

Family Reunion!




Photographer: Yui* of Flickr under CC2.0. This new work is therefore released under a similar CC3.0 license.

Note: It was great seeing everyone at the family reunion over the weekend! Sorry we couldn't spend too much time together, with everyone's schedules and all. Safe travels back home!

Celebration


An old couple in the middle of a reveling room
Surrounded by their children,
who brought the many grand
and the tiniest of the great
to celebrate.

New glasses, with the stickers still on them.
Have they been washed?
Everybody stops to pray:
*Dai quon sick sai quon
But sanitation worries are soon washed away
by Peking duck, lobster, and walnut shrimp.
**Sic tong, sic fan, everyone.

Borrowed words in a foreign tongue
I give a toast to my grandparents in the simplest of sentences.
For a few fleeting moments
I possess a world
that was always mine but never mine to possess.
Everyone cheers.
But I get the feeling that my friend Tsingdao helped a bit.
After all, my speech wasn't all that impressive.
The Cheshire grins.

My blue nailpolish sparkles under the light.
My aunt comments, and I joke
that I had offered to paint my mothers' nails azure as well.
The color reminds me of the nine koi in the pond outside.
Serene and swimming back and forth,
Reflecting the moonlight.

It was like a fairytale.
Something old, something new,
something borrowed, something blue.
A marriage, a feast, and a song
sung so ferverently that no one noticed
it wasn't quite in tune.
But a few off notes matter little
when there is harmony and family and joy.

Happy 60th anniversary to my grandparents. Here's to many more.


*I'm told this means "big bacteria eat small bacteria." Chinese proverb telling you not to worry about germs because they'll take care of themselves.
** Sic tong quite literally means "Eat soup," and Sic fan means "Eat rice." It is customary to say these phrases before drinking the soup (which comes before the meal) and eating the meal, respectively.