In Regards To The Anniversary Of Ivan’s Birth

Ivan. I’ve known this dude since the beginning of 1998 (I think). So it’s been 18 years.

I’m glad to have kept in contact with him. I’ve seen him grow a lot. He’s quite different from 18 years ago. Taller.

So to write this post, I’m gonna ask myself: what are some things that I remember most about Ivan?

Hmmmmm. One thing is that there was this once when we were at his house, we were playing with the skateboard, and I wanted to skate down a downslope. The skateboard went forward, but I didn’t. I fell on my butt bone. And that was one of my most painful experiences of my life. I think I couldn’t sit properly for at least two weeks.

Also, we once made short comics with his toys and a camera.

Thirdly, I remember he would lose the game very frequently when he was around Jeremy and I.

Not only that, we could really chat for a long time. I think it’s cuz we see life quite similarly. And have kind of a similar set of beliefs and principles.

What else can I remember? I’ve had lots of adventures with Ivan. Especially when Jeremy’s around haha.

To Ivan, thanks for being one of my closest buddies! Here’s to more adventures and fun together. Always grow and be as Christ-like as possible!

Happy birthday!

Romans 12:1-2

I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.  And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.

Oh Dear

Oh dear, I may be developing feelings for you.

Sin, When It Is Full-Grown, Brings Forth Death.

 But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed.  Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.

Imagine a baby. Not a cute one. A bright red one. With hungry eyes. And sharp teeth. Three horns on it’s head. It’s not crying, or screaming, or flailing it’s arms. Just waiting. Staring. Waiting for food. Waiting to grow. Waiting to devour you when you make yourself vulnerable.

That’s what I imagine when I read James 1:14-15. My sins will be the death of me.

When I entertain my desire with my mind, I conceive a life, or death in this case. When I choose to act, it becomes a sin; the baby has come into existence. And the more I feed this baby, the more it grows and drains me. One day, this baby will be strong enough to overpower me and kill me.

I have sinned a lot. Today, yesterday, and everyday before that. I need to stop. God help me. Cleanse me with your holy Fire. Purify. Teach me to be strict with myself. Teach me obedience. Grant me the power and wisdom of the Holy Spirit to overcome temptation. Teach me to stop sin even at it’s conception. Fill me God. Fill me.