Showing posts with label shame. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 2, 2015

2015.8.2

2015.8.2

There is a lot of similarity between an evangelist and an insurance sales agent.  One sells the near-future while the other offers the eternal future.  In both professions, I have to talk to people; I have to offer them a product that is better than what they have now. 

I just finished design my business card.  On the front is the usual information: name, address, business logo, etc, but on the other, is a comparison of the change and the status quo (401k, banks, other investment products, I’m not showing the chart b/c I’m not here to advertise).

People don’t like change, they tend to resist it, but in both cases, I have to try; I have to at least plant the seed.  However, one is easier than the other. 

People would want to buy life index fund insurances but they may not want to accept Jesus into their hearts.  The latter carries more responsibilities and consequences. 
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Ok, the following may or may not be censored.  It’s harder for me to write if I have to watch and censor my words and thoughts.  I feel inhibited and people can’t be at their best if they are inhibited.

Today, Pastor Patty preached to us about the importance of having a relationship with God.  She mentions that many life problems such as doubt is caused by a weak relationship with God.  We doubt because we do not trust God and doubt leads to fear and confusion.  No wonder I am so confused with my life.  The only thing I am not confused is the importance of seeking God but even in doing that, I am struggling.  But, I find that the times when I do seek God and spend time with him, I feel peace, and I feel in control of my life.  In a way, it’s ironic.  By seeking God, I gain direction on what to do in the world. 
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Wow, I can’t think right now.  In a way, I’m happy that I got some work done, but in another way, I could have done better.  Even today, I played hours of computer games.  The three areas that are competing each other in my life are God, games, and girls.  Haha.  But, as Helen said, there could only be one: God.  The reason why I’m in the mess I am in now (lack of direction) is because I failed to spend time with God.  I feel I have great potential with Him and I do want to seek Him.  But other things in the world are more alluring.  They are more fun.  They are more exciting, or so it seems, than God. 
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As I said regularly, I feel like killing myself.  I feel like ending my life.  It may seem unthinkable or shocking to some people, but, in a way and as I grow in God, I learn the value of life.  I see life as something to be taken lightly because God is in control and He will be the judge.  The Bible says whoever saves his life will lose it.  Many people who do not know God value their lives because it is the only thing they have.  They are selfish, they refuse to die to themselves, or to sacrifice to help others.  But I know that the value of life depends on the quality of it.  Job said that it is better to be a stillborn child than to live a life of suffering.  If my life feeds and weakens other people, then it is better for me not to live.  It is an act of resistance against poverty and lack.  I don’t want to be homeless and suffer for the rest of my life.  I would rather die.  Or if I do live, then I’ll live for God, but only God.  But many times, actually most of the time, I fail to live for God.  So then, what is the point of my life?  What is my life without God?
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I find that the best way to talk and interact and act around other people is just to let go.  To let go of myself and my agendas and to let them think and act.  To be humble and only say what is needed, for with many words comes strife and sin is not absent.  By avoiding many words, I am also confusing the devil and those who are evil.  They do not know as much as if I would speak more frequently.  Speak just enough and act humbly.  Speak when you can change and with fewer words, you can influence the outcome.  Gold for silence but silver for words.
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Going back to the life debate again, because I know it is very controversial, people should have the right to die.  It should be a right, and an act of freedom.  This can bring equality to the classes.  The rich don’t want the poor to die but they want the poor to suffer.  Why suffer if one can have rest, if one can have peace?  However, should someone choose to die, that person should have a few commitments as possible.  Why did I choose not to die while in the Army?  Because I promised to serve my country and I will be letting my unit down.  So I decided to wait until I’m done.  And I’m single.  If I have a family, with a wife and kids, doing this may be unethical since it will hurt them and probably cause them to die, too.  As few commitments as possible.  Sure, it will “hurt” some people because they do not understand what life is.  If people know that this life is but a phase, is but a prelude, and that eternal life is much more important, then people wouldn’t carry so much meaning in this physical life. 

This world is not my home,
This life is not my own,
But whoever owns me controls me.

They can make me happy or sad
Glad or mad.

No, that is only part of it.  I can change my attitude by changing the way I think.  So it works both ways.  If life is too difficult and there is no way out, seek God.  If you can’t seek God, keep seeking God until you reach your end.  For me, my end is when I have less than $500 in my bank account.  I don’t want to be living on the streets; I don’t want to be homeless.  I don’t want to be harassed and attacked and shamed by people.  I don’t want to be judged by men but by God.  Better death with peace than life with war. 

Jesus loving Jesus,
Sweetest name I know
Fills my every longing

Keeps me singing as I go.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

2013.12.21 [Discovery / Improving Efficiency and Learnings]

2013.12.21:

E: 5:55pm

First, I would like to write about something that is bothering me acutely.  Many times, it seems no matter how hard I try, I still lose and I still suck.  The past few days, I have been investing my life in this strategy game.  Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I still lost.  I followed advice and guides and did what I was supposed to do.  I used strategic placement.  I implemented all my tactics and strategy, and yet, there is no way I could have beat the game.  I guess there are games out there, I guess there are trials in life, that no matter how hard I try, I just couldn’t win.  Win as in the earthly sense.  I can do my best in something and still lose miserably. 

For example, like today.  Today, I donated plasma!  Well, not quite.  Yesterday, a caller from United Blood Services called me about the need for blood and asked if I was interested.  I was, because I want to help people and they were persistent.  I went to the blood center at noontime to check-in.  While I was there, I noticed an easel-board at the entrance with a chart of the blood types that are needed and the type of “blood” that is in demand.  For A+, which is my blood type, I noticed they needed platelets or something, not whole blood, which I typically donate.  So, I told my nurse that I can volunteer for any procedure.  Whatever is in demand, I can help fill it.  So, she placed me to donate plasma.  I’ve never donated plasma before but I have done some research into how it works.  The initial assessment is fine.  My blood is fine.  My iron level, the part that might disqualify me, was at 15 g/dL.  Yes!  I’m glad I took my multi-supplements.  My pulse is good.  Ok, so everything is good.  I just told my nurse that I felt a little nervous, but I always feel nervous every time when I donate because of the needle.  After a brief wait, they hooked me up on a plasma donating machine.  I asked if there are two needles, but they told me it will just be one.  The machine will take my blood, filter the plasma, and return everything back through the same needle.  Again, they asked me if I’m okay because I looked nervous.  I told myself that even if I’m afraid, I’m still going to donate and help!  I used my military training to motivate me to carry through this.  I don’t care what happens, I’m going to donate plasma.  I’m going to give them a Christmas present.  Well, I was about to tell the staff that, but I decided to wait until the present is done before telling it.  I’m glad I waited.

At first, everything went well.  The machine started to take blood from my body.  I pumped the ball once every five or so seconds.  The first half of the cycle is done.  Then, the machine started to return the blood back to my bloodstream.  For the first three-quarters of that round, everything was normal.  I did feel a slight tingle on my arm but I figured it is because my skin is more sensitive (I can feel the pain of the needle going into my arm) and that my nervousness is making the blood return a little more difficult.  I couldn’t help my nervousness.  I feel the fear but I also feel the desire.  I tried to be calm, but I still felt apprehensive.  On one part of the blood return, I actually giggled silently a bit.  The tingling feeling tickles.  As it was finishing up, a nurse came up and asked how am I doing?  I was just about to answer “good” when my arm in the needle area started to hurt.  I hesitated because I thought the pain would go away.  It didn’t, it got worse.  I told her “the needle is starting to hurt.”  The pain intensified in just a few seconds so I escalated my dialogue.  “It hurts, it hurts.”  And then a few seconds later, “Ouch!”  The nurse came, checked my arm and turned off the machine.  This male nurse told me the needle moved and wasn’t in my bloodstream anymore.  So, the machine was giving blood into my tissue which caused the pain.  He told me there is going to be bruising.  I told the nurse if they are going to continue.  He said I’m done.  I asked if the plasma donation was successful.  He shook his head.  They don’t want to risk getting my arm worse.  I felt bad.  All this wasted investment on me.  All these sterile medical bags and instruments wasted because of me.  I told him “sorry” and he said it’s fine, it happens.  “I should have donated whole blood instead” I told him, “I’m used to that.”  I felt the donation failed because of a combination of my nervousness (even though I got it under control) and my small vein size (compared to other males my age).  This was a frustrating experience.  I want to help people and I try.  I got so far but I still caused more harm than good. 


After this, I went to Wal-Mart to buy some slime for my car tires, a battery, a portable start-up charger, some college-ruled paper, and Christmas lights.  I wore my jacket and covered up my green bandage.  I don’t want people to see it.  They may think I’m a hero because I donated blood but, in reality, I failed.  I only came out of the store with the slime because I also did a bit of comparison shopping on the Internet and I found all the other items are cheaper there.  Except for the college paper.  I couldn’t find any college-ruled paper!  And not just at Wal-Mart, at the PX as well, multiple times.  I don’t understand why these mega-stores don’t have college-lined paper in stock.  Oh well, I can buy a case of 36 packs of 150-sheets for $1 a pack online.  That’s probably more college-ruled paper than I would ever need.