Somewhere between planning for Retreat, Retreat, and post-Retreat...between running around for CCF and the stuff at KWCAC...work and school, family and friends...between talking to people and listening...being thinking and reading...I think I've learned that the following things are critical.
- Keeping the Faith
- Have Confidence
- Hope
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Another day
Woke up this morning. The first thing I did...turn on my laptop. Checked my email. Got to work on some CCF Retreat stuff. Just a bit more to go. Oops, worked too long, missed skating. Called the person I stood up on, chatted for a while. Decided it would be a good idea to go to the ECE Symposium. Encountered a CCF'er along the way, more chatting. We went off together to DC...looked at booths. Saw more CCF'ers. More chatting. They explained their project. I nodded..."Well. I guess it could be useful?"
Went to Mikey's. Hoping to find PT there, but just missed him. Someone left their phone here? CCF? I'll take it. Returned the phone to its rightful owner, in DC. Studied a bit. Chatted a bit more about Retreat. Went to class, sitting in. My housemate missed PT's grocery shuttle -_-. I called another CCF'er. "I need to get stuff for CCF retreat anyway." ... okay. Arrangements made.
Class ended. Walked someone home. "What?! You never seen Fight Club? I'll lend it to you" ... now I have a copy of Fight Club on my desk. Got home. Did yet more Retreat stuff. Yay...almost done. Chatted with people till now, 3am in the morning. Looks at clock, should sleep soon. Morning classes tomorrow.
I suppose I didn't really think much of today's events. But I suppose I forget sometimes how blessed I am to have this fellowship here. That I can joke around with someone's anti-allergic reaction treatment plan on one hand...while get into serious discussion about Retreat finances on another. That when I need, I ask...when I have, I give. That things just come together...and sometimes break apart again. I suppose I could say I love this fellowship, the ability to just walk with people all day long. Sometimes I wish I knew exactly what to say to people, or that I have the wisdom to guide people along. But I suppose...if I knew everything...I wouldn't need God.
It was just another day. But somehow, the rain of blessings that is poured out on me smells refreshed. I'll scoop up as much as I can...and pour as much as I can back out again. That's CCF.
Went to Mikey's. Hoping to find PT there, but just missed him. Someone left their phone here? CCF? I'll take it. Returned the phone to its rightful owner, in DC. Studied a bit. Chatted a bit more about Retreat. Went to class, sitting in. My housemate missed PT's grocery shuttle -_-. I called another CCF'er. "I need to get stuff for CCF retreat anyway." ... okay. Arrangements made.
Class ended. Walked someone home. "What?! You never seen Fight Club? I'll lend it to you" ... now I have a copy of Fight Club on my desk. Got home. Did yet more Retreat stuff. Yay...almost done. Chatted with people till now, 3am in the morning. Looks at clock, should sleep soon. Morning classes tomorrow.
I suppose I didn't really think much of today's events. But I suppose I forget sometimes how blessed I am to have this fellowship here. That I can joke around with someone's anti-allergic reaction treatment plan on one hand...while get into serious discussion about Retreat finances on another. That when I need, I ask...when I have, I give. That things just come together...and sometimes break apart again. I suppose I could say I love this fellowship, the ability to just walk with people all day long. Sometimes I wish I knew exactly what to say to people, or that I have the wisdom to guide people along. But I suppose...if I knew everything...I wouldn't need God.
It was just another day. But somehow, the rain of blessings that is poured out on me smells refreshed. I'll scoop up as much as I can...and pour as much as I can back out again. That's CCF.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Speakers, lack of
Haaa...haven't wrote for a while. My first posting in 2008 is a complaint.
It seems like English speaking pastors who understand Chinese culture and context backgrounds are hot stuff these days. Don't make my mistake -_-...if you ask 4 people, chances are they're all busy. You gotta ask like...lots. And early. And lots. -_-...
This retreat coordination business is harder than I thought it would be.
It feels kind of weird to be back in Waterloo. I was walking down Westmount, on my way to Westcourt...the scene was totally familiar, yet not, at the same time. I just don't think it has hit me yet, living in Waterloo again, seeing the people that I'm used to seeing. I seemed to have dropped a few pieces on my way here...the left and the right don't seem to quite fit together today. Maybe I'm still jetlagged...need some strong tape here. Ah. Duct tape. Engineer's best friend.
It seems like English speaking pastors who understand Chinese culture and context backgrounds are hot stuff these days. Don't make my mistake -_-...if you ask 4 people, chances are they're all busy. You gotta ask like...lots. And early. And lots. -_-...
This retreat coordination business is harder than I thought it would be.
It feels kind of weird to be back in Waterloo. I was walking down Westmount, on my way to Westcourt...the scene was totally familiar, yet not, at the same time. I just don't think it has hit me yet, living in Waterloo again, seeing the people that I'm used to seeing. I seemed to have dropped a few pieces on my way here...the left and the right don't seem to quite fit together today. Maybe I'm still jetlagged...need some strong tape here. Ah. Duct tape. Engineer's best friend.
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