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Sunday, November 5, 2017

Hillsong Conference

In 2015, I told God that one day I wanted to go to a Hillsong concert, and that has been fulfilled in more ways than one...

One of those was that last night, I got to attend the tail-end of the US Hillsong Conference. The Hillsong Conference is a series of three-day conferences where you get to hear speakers, do breakout sessions and worship and jam with the Hillsong worship teams. They had conferences in Australia, the UK, and the US, and I was fortunate that the US conference happened to land in LA this year! (It's usually in New York City.) 

I wasn't able to attend all the conference, but they were gracious enough to be selling tickets to all the night sessions for a pretty fair price, so I went to the Saturday night one. And it was LIT!

Due to a lack of preparation I missed a large part of the first worship set, but the rest of the program made up for it. The sermon, preached by a pastor from Georgia named Jentezen Franklin, was relatively simple, but it was worth hearing. Basically, he said that if we continue to depend on ourselves and how much we deserve blessings from God, we won't get anything. The whole point of the Gospel is that Jesus and his sacrifice is the only thing that made us pure and gave us the right to receive anything from God. Several times during the sermon, he stopped preaching and directed the crowd to stop and worship for a moment. I think he really wanted the crowd to direct themselves towards God and to look to God rather than to themselves.

I got a similar sentiment from everything else that happened that night--that the point of the whole conference was for us to look to God, not to ourselves, Hillsong or any other human establishment. At one point during the night, the lead pastor of Hillsong Church, who is definitely not a singer, started singing the song that the worship team were playing. After a moment of confusion, the crowd joined him in singing the song, and we literally led ourselves in worship; the team just played the melody while we sang. Though it seemed a little awkward at the time, I actually enjoyed that moment immensely. I sensed that Hillsong were trying to bring out the worshippers in us, instead of having us look to them for a good worship experience.

I've had the privilege of attending a couple of big Christian conferences in my life, and until recently I had a little problem with them. The conferences were always great, the messages were wonderful and relevant and life-changing, and the worship would always be good; but when the conference was over, I'd come back home to my normal life, and almost forget that it all happened. Because I was looking to the preachers, to the crowd, to the conference to inspire me and to bring me something new, I found myself unable to perpetuate what they had given me for the most part. But at this conference, I sensed that everyone, including the worship team, the preachers, the staff, and the crowd were all looking to God together for inspiration. 

After the sermon (and our singalong moment with the lead pastor), the worship team did another set, and it was awesome. Most of the songs were newer, but there was one song in there that had been a part of my teenage years. Singing that song along with the huge crowd and with the team was the fulfillment of a dream that had been in my heart for years, and I definitely let out my best little-girl scream when they played the first note. The worship team was incredible, and they put their hearts into the set, but there were points where I could barely hear them above the crowd. Again, we were leading worship together. 

Overall, it was a great night and I'm really glad I went! Next year's conference is in New York again, but the year after that (2019) it will probably come back here. I hope to be able to go again before medical school ends. In the meantime, I get to go to Hillsong's campus in downtown LA today. God is good! 

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Christ and Cartoons #3: Pokemon

More than two years later, I return to this blog to write. I guess, just like God, that this blog is not dead.

As a short update, I graduated from Harvard in May of 2016, a year nearly to the day after my last post on this blog. I returned to Chicago for a gap year where I learned many more things about God and myself, and traveled and did interviews for medical school. I was privileged to get into the Keck School of Medicine of USC, and it is from that campus in Los Angeles, California (!!!) that I write to you today.

Of all the topics that I could have chosen to write about in two years' absence from this blog, I came back to continue my Christ and Cartoons series. Perhaps that makes me lame, but continuity is good as well. I hope to write many more of these. And now for the third installment: Pokemon.

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My parents actually banned me and my siblings from Pokemon when I was about 7 years old, as they didn't think that the show promoted good morals. Fifteen years later, for a reason that only God knows, my brother asked my mother to lift the Pokemon ban, and to our pleasant surprise, she did. (To my parents: thanks, and I'm sorry.) Despite the ban lasting more than a decade, we never really did forget the adventures of Ash and Pikachu and their friends, and we were happy to catch up on the whole thing in our free time.

Around the same time that our Pokemon ban was lifted, I got into another habit: listening to sermons from my favorite preachers in the morning before the day started. This has really helped me grow in my faith and become more emotionally stable as changes and trials come. Whenever I listen to a sermon before starting the day, I feel like my whole day goes better; it's like spiritual breakfast in that sense. I was listening to a sermon this morning called "I Am The Plan" by Jarrod Wells. He talked about the Triumphal Entry that Jesus made into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, a week before his death, and he focused on the animal that Jesus chose to ride into the city that day:

As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, say that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away.

Of all the animals Jesus could have used to come into Jerusalem as king, he chose a donkey. He could have chosen any other ridable animal on earth--horse, pony, camel, anything--and it would have probably seemed better or more fitting for a king than a donkey. I can only imagine what the first Palm Sunday looked like as crowds stood on the streets of Jerusalem laying palm branches in front of a carpenter from Nazareth riding both a donkey and her colt. It would have been an interesting sight. But Jesus said that he needed that donkey and her colt. He had committed himself to that animal, and no other one would do.

As I was watching the pastor preach about how the donkey was central to Jesus' plan at this point in time, it reminded me of the first episode of Pokemon Indigo League. (I know what you're thinking...where is this girl's mind!? Stay with me.) The first episode begins with an excited Ash Ketchum heading straight to his mentor Professor Oak's house on his tenth birthday. Ash is finally old enough to get his first Pokemon partner and to start competing in Pokemon tournaments. Sadly, he wakes up late, so even though he heads to Professor Oak's house as fast as he can, he finds that all the other young trainers have come and taken all the other Pokemon except for a small, yellow, mouselike Pokemon by the name of Pikachu.

Cheerful as ever, Ash adopts Pikachu as his partner and starts going out into the world of Kanto to train. But as soon as he starts, he quickly finds out why Pikachu was everyone else's last choice. Pikachu is very rebellious; he won't listen to a word Ash says, and he and Ash are constantly at loggerheads. Pikachu will not get in its PokeBall (a ball where Pokemon are usually supposed to stay for transport), doesn't follow Ash's battle commands and continually uses its electric powers to shock Ash. Despite the pain and frustration, Ash doesn't give up on Pikachu and continually tries to get it to like him. Towards the end of the episode, Ash and Pikachu accidentally draw the wrath of a group of bird Pokemon, and these birds chase them and end up injuring Pikachu. As these bird Pokemon are relentlessly attacking them both, Ash begs Pikachu to get into its PokeBall so that he can protect Pikachu from any further hits.

Pikachu is overly aggressive, rebellious and lazy; there is seemingly no good reason for Ash to keep him. Ash's choice of Pokemon seems just as wrong as Jesus's choice of royal procession animal. Pikachu and the donkey were both stubborn, small, and not ideal for what they were about to do. And yet Jesus chose that donkey. Small as it was, the donkey ended up being integral for revealing Jesus as the promised Messiah, the one who would save the world. Many, many years before, the prophet Zechariah had predicted that the Messiah (Hebrew for "the anointed one") would come in exactly like Jesus did that day:

Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion! Shout, Daughter Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey. 
(Zechariah 9:9 NIV)

When Jesus came into Jerusalem riding on a donkey, he showed himself to be not just any king, but a king who would meet his people at their need and who would choose the marginalized to become part of his plan. He had been doing this his entire ministry: eating with tax collectors and prostitutes, reaching out to people across gender and racial boundaries, healing blind and lame people he found on the street. The crowds flocked to him not just because he had claimed to be King, but because they knew that he was a king for the people, that he would help them. Within the week, he would be sentenced to death, crucified, and resurrected from the grave as our risen Savior. Everything he did that week was of utmost significance for revealing God to the world, and it all started with that donkey.

Have you ever felt like Pikachu, or that donkey? Have you ever felt insignificant, forgotten or thrown by the wayside? Let me ask another question: have you gotten used to being thrown by the wayside? I'm not asking if you like it, I'm asking if you've ever felt resigned to being marginalized, like it's all the world has to offer you. You've been in that corner so long that it's become part of your identity. You're scared to leave that corner because you're afraid of getting hurt. I think this was Pikachu's problem in the episode. We don't know how long he was in Professor Oak's house; he could have been there for years getting passed up by every single trainer. By the time Ash came and actually chose him, he was probably so resigned to the fact that he would never get to fight like the other Pokemon that by the time the chance came for him to fight, he was ready to forfeit. He believed he was made for that corner of Professor Oak's house!

Okay, you're really passionate about Pokemon, you might say to me at this point. This doesn't just apply to Pokemon. I heard a story one time of a doctor who moved into an inner-city neighborhood in Chicago to work at a clinic. This doctor was white, and his neighbor was a 64-year-old black man. They got to know each other over the next few years, and like any good neighbor, the white doctor eventually invited his neighbor over to his house. The man looked at him like he had been asked to blow someone's brains out with a gun. This scenario was repeated over the next couple of years with the same response, until finally the older man accepted. The day the older man finally came to the doctor's house, he made it into the doctor's foyer. He stood, frozen, for several minutes, visibly scared until finally he burst into tears, he said, "I'm not supposed to be here", turned, and walked out.

It is an incredibly scary, yet sadly common thing, where people get beat down for so long, pushed into a corner for so long that they no longer can envision a life for themselves outside of that scenario.

Love can pull you out of that corner. Love (not puppy love or erotic love, but sustained, real love; the love that is not a feeling, but a choice made every day to be patient with people, kind to people, not envious, not boastful, not seeking their own benefit but looking out for someone else as well) will free you from the prison of low self-esteem and empower you to have a vision for your life. Love will enable you to give yourself a chance, and it will bring out things in you that you never even thought possible before.

I know this to be true for myself. Four years ago, I was a sophomore in college who had lost all hope for herself. I wasn't doing well in school at all, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and I was intractably lazy. I contemplated leaving college probably on a daily basis. Sometimes, I thought of giving up on life itself. My parents prayed and prayed and prayed and refused to believe they had lost their daughter. At one point that fall I realized that they would not let me give up college or life because they loved me too much to let go. A couple months later, I went on a medical missions trip to Senegal, and that entire week, I was surrounded by the presence of God and the love of that entire team. In that atmosphere, I became a person I thought I'd lost forever, a person who really loved people and countries and whose dream was to travel the world and empower people. I came back from Senegal a totally different person. I realized that I was a child of God with many, many dreams and purposes that he would help me carry out. Four years later, I have a college degree from Harvard and I'm now in medical school! I am living proof of what love can do!

If you get anything from reading this post, I want you to get that God loves you, and (at the expense of being corny) God chooses you. He has wonderful plans for you, and they're good plans, not bad ones. He can take your mess and make your life beautiful. You just have to ask if he can help you. If you don't know how to ask, here's a template:

    "God, I recognize that I have not lived my life for You up until now. I have been living for myself and that is wrong. I need You in my life; I want You in my life. I acknowledge the completed work of Your Son Jesus Christ in giving His life for me on the cross at Calvary, and I long to receive the forgiveness you have made freely available to me through this sacrifice. Come into my life now, Lord. Take up residence in my heart and be my king, my Lord, and my Savior. From this day forward, I will no longer be controlled by sin, or the desire to please myself, but I will follow You all the days of my life. Those days are in Your hands. I ask this in Jesus' precious and holy name. Amen."

    (from allaboutgod.com)

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(This blogpost is too long already...I didn't tell you how the episode ends! I guess I won't give you spoilers. Several seasons of Pokemon are available on Netflix, and since it's the very first episode of one of the most iconic children's animes of the '90s, I'm sure YouTube has it too. Enjoy it!)