Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Revolution

I'm just trying to create something original something great
That will stand the test of the hand of fate
That will send the message before its too late
Of peace, and a life worth living
What stands to reason is a life of giving
And being forgiven for all my screw-ups
From bad to bust, I think the past just threw-up
On my present—so its time I grew-up

I hate fruitless fighting when the flame spreads across
Until its holocaust, holla if you're lost
It's all about the boss, we gotta take a stand
Truth glides through my fingers like a slippery sand
It's hard to change the land when opposition is banned
And beauty is canned, it's like candy
We got Miller Lite instead of brandy
And-he says that it's all fine and dandy
Cuz you're afraid of Rameses, afraid to be Ghandi
We are all a little bit pansy.

I'm sinking right in to this perilous couch
With my eyes glazed over and my shoulders slouched
And Check this: I'm running out of Chex Mix
So I savour each bite like its Christmas
If you think watching the news will make you turn off the snooze
then you gotta stop drinking the government's booze.
When you let the TV put your mind on cruise control
then you lose control
Let corporations take what they choose: your soul.

When you see what it cost, all that you lost
Will you take the path walked like Robert Frost
Don't be tossed around, take the overgrown road
Get on your soles, lift your overblown load
Of knowledge--you can't buy that here,
So let's raise the sword to face the fear
Raise the pen to race the darkness
as it erases, gazes turn heartless.
Face this maze, don't be a living carcass
There's still a spirit of life that can spark this
change, don't save it for tomorrow, cuz mark this:

There's no day like today to say what you gotta say
I have to keep smiling or I'll cry every day
I have to keep moving or I sink into the clay
If we walk on, we're proving, we will find a way
not to lay on that apathetic couch in dismay
We won't crumble away. We won't tatter or fray
We'll choose the right battle and on that ground stay
rooted. As there are many more recruited
You can't compute it. we will not be muted!  

Saturday, February 11, 2012

De-face

You stand on the stage of the universe
Struggling to take a bow
Tripping on your grown-up ballgown
Wonder what people think now.
You think you're inadequate?
Even when the crowd shouts “no”
When you feel trials coming you get
terrified to face the blow
But Divine breathe is flowing through you,
behind and before and beyond,
and to the people all around you
Giving you a brand new dawn

Stop worrying that smart isn't genius,
that a C is worse that A
Feeling, pretty but not quite gorgeous
Wishing yesterday was today.
Sweat slides down your eyes and blinds you
In a fog of self-esteem
Try to trap everyone behind you
As you strain for the halo's gleam.
Even after all your feats,
All you can hear is your flaws
Ringing through the broken wires
Why can't you hear your applause?

People look like they're glowing
But they're all draped in disguise
If all you want to see is normal
You'll never want to open your eyes.
We're all trying to pass off the blame
But craziness pulls at our heels
Like Achilles in stilettos
We know just how weakness feels.

Reality check
Perfection's no reality
Though the media battles this truth so gallantly
We are all fragments of twisted humanity
Defined in our essence by total insanity.
Fumbling around on this spinning planet we
keep staring in the mirror and just can't let it be
the way we were made with a scribble and a shade
Now cease this charade 'cause that's not how lives are weighed
The warmth of curled lips or the depth behind the iris,
the spread of goodwill like an insidious virus
The willingness to stand on the high-dive of fate
and peel off your mask despite pride and hate.

That's the breath flowing through you
Exhaling what we wish to taste
But we don't want to dive into true
as we painfully de-face.

Like all the sudden your clothes are saran-wrap
Your skin is as clear as the sky
All the demons you hid inside you
Can be found by the scorching eye.
The spotlight will show no mercy
And the world may continue to scowl
But you have to get out of the nursery
And release that scraping howl

Let it radiate on your face when
you take off your mask
When you rise up from the basement
into the sun. Just bask
in the knowledge that you are accepted
And don't have to keep taking aim
You are a celestial wonder
you don't have to be ashamed

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Feet

What happens when the voices that you trusted most mess up,
Lead you into the wild but are too afraid to 'fess up?
What happens when you realize that your model of truth
has been lying to you?
Now what am I supposed to do about the words I learned to use?
Your eyes would illuminate in all the dark places
but now they absorb light from our fiery faces.
Your footsteps were long and deep as I hopped to the next
Till my gaze rose to meet this vast nothingness

My world tips and spins as the cheshire cat grins
Now the winner loses, but nobody wins.
Where are my own feet? Are they lost forever?
Sinking into these footprints of never?
What was left is right and what was right is wrong
And now they're making horror movies out of sing-a-longs.
I keep on sliding up and leaping straight down
mumbling and tumbling into the ceiling-ground.

A life that used to be like the rows of a choir
has been slapped into a drunken circus on fire.
My heart hammers harder and my legs swivel faster
hoping to find a ticket out of this disaster.
In the midst of the smoke and the sick-cycle drone,
my feet—yes my own—slam into something stone.
I drink in the smell of a rock never changing
and take root on paths that won't need rearranging.
The direction of this bedrock is still up for grabs
But it is unshaking beneath my tired scabs.  

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Son Will Rise

Level 9 quaking, no anticipating destruction as far as the eye can see.
Surging power blackout, lines at the checkout, trains stop.
suddenly
Roads twist like wires, squealing of tires, showers of glass
Gotta stand your ground,
wonder who's been found,
and how long it will last?

Oh Japan aishiteruyo
Find solid ground, ganbarou
I see your weary soul, I see you lose control,
But lift up your eyes,
'Cause in the morning your sun will rise.

Our hearts, our hands are shaking, the lives we built are breaking
breaking
down
The earth tilts on its axis, now the moon never waxes. Darkness all around.
Smoke shrouds the skyline, the children are crying. We can't ignore.
How the waves hit the people leaving only a steeple as waters roar.

Oh Japan aishiteruyo!
Find solid ground, ganbarou
I see your weary soul, I see you lose control,
But lift up your eyes,
'Cause in the morning your sun will rise.

Who can be blamed
for buildings in flames and mass evacuation?
The people who are still here are trembling in such fear and devastation
Still, I have to ask the question why,
tens of thousands had to die?
What do you mean you don't know?
Can we live in trust that
out of this dust that,
something new and beautiful will grow?

Oh Japan aishiteruyo!
Find solid ground, ganbarou
I see your weary soul, I see you lose control,
But lift up your eyes,
'Cause in the morning your sun will rise.

Terrifying aftershocks,
power plants like ticking clocks spewing radiation.
How will we ever unwind
these tangles as we try to find hope for this nation?
Japan, I know you feel destroyed,
like your world has become void, but try to be brave.
I wonder
with houses blown to pieces, will people cry to Jesus to come save?

Oh Japan aishiteruyo!
Find solid ground, ganbarou
I see your weary soul, I see you lose control,
But lift up your eyes,
'Cause in the morning your sun will rise.

Now the months go rolling by, like clouds in the silent sky
We're all “fine.”
But the farmers throw away their crops
People flee faster than morale drops
When will the next one resign?
Has it been so long
We've forgotten all the wrong, and we turn away
Stand up on this cracked street, shake the dust off your feet
Nihon Ganbare!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Too Cool For Cool

Let Me introduce you to the kings of microbrew
Beers, classy lattes and Argo tea too
They'll sink you like Titanic if you don't give them organic,
Free range, free trade—just don't make them panic
They gotta eat light 'cause their jeans are too tight
Welcome to the post-modern hipster plight.

Bodies emaciated, minds inebriated
But they never hated on you, unless you weren't like them.
Toms and Cons alternated with something funky and underrated
These are proudly paraded under a cuffed up hem.
All caffeinated and justice-related
With pricy bags faded, like thrift-store gems.

They like social justice and will gladly discuss this
In a cool little club playing underground tunes
But it's gotta be indie, 'cause that is what's trendy--
If too many know it then they're way too mainstream
Scarf-draped heroes with body mass: zero
Despite the appearance, they're not what they seem

Think society should be leveled, but hair perfectly disheveled,
while snapping photos and black and white stills
Thicker-rimmed glasses separates them from the masses
as well as other unique artsy skills.
Headbands with a T-rex, headphones and V-necks
Don't you know all this protesting won't pay the bills?  

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

What I Know At 20

An Essay for Professor Philip Foxwell, Life 101
Once upon a time, there was a man. This man had a thriving business, a life which weaved effortlessly between continents, a loud and loving family, passionate involvement in global mission movements, and enough travel and adventure to fill several lifetimes. The word successful could be used to describe his exploits, but I believe he is a part of something far beyond success. This man asked his four children, of which I am the youngest, to read the book “What I Wish I Knew When I was 20: A Crash Course on Making your Place in the World,” in an effort to teach us about life, business, challenges, opportunity, and success. Being a hopeful 20-year-old, I thought perhaps there would be some magic to actually discovering these things at that age. Tina Steelig, author of this book and professor at Stanford University, would claim that “the key to success is the ability to extract the lessons out of each experience,” especially the challenges, obstacles, and failures, and to “progress with that new knowledge” (13). This may reflect the truth, but there are a few things that I have learned, (by the age of 20), that transcend these academic theories. Is progress really the key to success, and success the pinnacle of life? It makes sense in my mind, but something turns in my stomach as I try to accept this as the key. This cognitive dissonance proved to me that the book had some helpful insights, but it was lessons learned from the people in my life, namely the wisdom and integrity of my father, that has brought me to this place at the age of 20, ready to take on the world, one wave at a time.
There are a few phrases that are always on the tip of Daddy's tongue—phrases that anyone who knows him well would recognize as his maxims. I'm not talking about “nein fraulein,” or “huge tracts of land,” but those used almost as often. I don't know how many times I have heard, “You can't just sit there!” “Work hard, play hard!” “Be thankful!” “Keep the main thing the main thing!” “dive under the wave,” and “Let love and faithfulness never leave you!” As I reflect on these words that have almost become cliché to me, I am struck by what good advice they are, and how they connect to the book. A wise man I know once paraphrased Socrates: “I don't know everything, but I do know some things.” With all the wisdom my dad has given me, there are some things I know and some things that will always be unknown. That being said, without further ado, this is what I do know, at the age of 20.
You Can't Just Sit There
There is a tiny creek flowing between doing nothing and doing something, but the two sides of the creek lead down life-alteringly different paths. Steelig agrees that “the two options have wildly different outcomes” (Steelig, 19). Daddy has a few go-to stories to illustrate his various points, but one story is the definite front-runner. As he tells it, an old man ties handfuls of helium balloons to his lawn chair, grabs a 6-pack, a sandwich, and a BB gun, and sits in it as it lifts off into the air. Things got a bit out of control and he ended up lifting 15,000 feet or so into the air and getting in the middle of air traffic of LAX. He finally came down onto power lines after several freezing and terrifying hours in the air. When reporters later asked him why he attempted such a feat, he answered, “You can't just sit there.” That is a favorite of my dad's because he loves to encourage people to get moving, take initiative, and do something.
As Steelig's book says, “The world is divided into people who wait for others to give them permission and people who grant themselves permission” (57). I have experienced frustration at times with the current state of the church. The epistle of James calls believers to be “doers of the word, and not merely hearers who deceive themselves.” I can relate to this concept. I like to be a peacemaker, facilitating the actions of others in harmony, but I have learned that this needs to be balanced with the desire to challenge the corruption and injustice of the world, going out of my comfort zone to make a change. Opportunities are all around us, like when I got lost on a run and ended up asking for help and getting a job offer in the process, or when I had no plans for spring break so I signed up for what would be an unforgettable service trip with the homeless in Denver. “Most of us are content with taking small, reliable steps. We don't get very far, but we don't rock the boat either” (28). After the tsunami ravaged the coast of Japan, the roads up north were closed and communication was difficult. Rather than biding his time until he could go help the people in Shichigahama, my dad did everything he possibly could to make his way up to the devastated area, even before the self-defense troops were able to arrive. Against the warnings of radiation in Fukushima and the roads that were closed to civilians, he fearlessly took action, because that is the kind of man he is. He has inspired me to rock the boat, going out into the world to passionately combat evil at every chance I get.
Work Hard, Play Hard
Hard work is something Steelig wrote about and I have certainly seen embodied in my dad. I have no idea how he maintains the busy schedule that he does. He makes business trips to the U.S. that have meetings in a different state every day. His office is a place where challenge turns into opportunity. The very premise of his company is combatting the difficulty of cross-national business expansion by creating deals and negotiations in which everyone walks away smiling. With hard-work and open-minded determination, he has caused a tiny new company to grow into a flourishing business.
But working hard has always been only half of his slogan. Daddy loves to play more than almost any person I know. No matter how much he ages, he claims he will always be “18 'till I die.” He loves his toys, projects, exotic travels, and spending fun time with the people he loves. He is an excellent creator of fun, and has a lovely sense of humor deep down in his heart. Steelig quotes her own father in her book, “You shouldn't take yourself too seriously, nor judge others too harshly” (181).
Years ago, our family sat in a car on one of our long, exciting journeys, and decided to hammer out a family mission statement. “Have fun serving God and loving the people he brings to us” was the simple phrase we wrote down. It has permeated my life even without much thought. When a friend suggested we take a fifteen minute study break together, I thought she was referring to a fifteen minute break from fun to study. Sports have always been an exhilarating way to spend my time. I enjoy having a life filled with humorous and exciting experiences. Even in the face of possible humiliation or disaster, I like to take risks. A little mischief is necessary every once in a while in my life, otherwise I will go crazy. If someone gives me a dare, or a prank opportunity, I'm usually onboard. Adventures may flop, but “failure is an important part of our learning process, especially when you're stretching your abilities, doing things for the first time, or taking risks” (72). Perhaps I do not spend enough time studying, compared to a college full of perfectionists, but I try to find the balance between working hard and playing hard that my dad managed to find. Not only does is add excitement and enjoyment to the life we have been given on earth, but a sense of fun and adventure can enhance our ability to accomplish our tasks.
Be Thankful (Intentionality in Relationships)
Be thankful and intentional in relationships. This one seems like a given, but many people do not live in this way. This one goes back to Grandpa Foxy telling us the importance of thankfulness, and Daddy reiterating it. Steelig says to “Do the right thing, not the smart thing, so you'll be proud to tell your story later” (158). I know that I am proud to tell his story, because he is a lover of people and has a thankful hear in all circumstances. He notices people and treats them respectfully regardless of what they deserve. The success of his business depends largely on his ability to recognize the needs of people and try to facilitate them. Building relationships is one of the most important things in business and life. After years of mentioning my dad in various places, and having people find connections to him, it doesn't surprise me anymore to realize the vast network that branches out of him. He is a team player, building up his fellow workers and praising their work and characters. Sometimes the strange assortment of people that my dad attracts is humorous to me, but he recognizes them each as children of God and appreciates the worth of each individual.
Keep the Main Thing the Main Thing
Some people think there is a formula for success: magic words or rules or steps. This pharisaical mindset is what angered Jesus in the gospel more than almost anything. As Grandpa Foxy and Daddy have always urged, it is important to look at the big picture of life and “keep the main thing the main thing.” Failing in little details is not the end of the world, but failing to see what the details are a part of or what they lead to can make life impossible. Break the Rules. Break free from guidelines by having a “healthy disregard for the impossible” (Steelig, 34). Even bad ideas have the seed of potential. Life is much like business and writing—the best at it get to bend the rules and be creative, as long as the main point is there. There's no set formula for success, because often succeeding means escaping the formulas and traditional box. We don't have to follow a daily routine or a rule book, because freedom and creativity is a valuable asset. A runner can try all kinds of preparations and and techniques in a race, but if they don't know where the finish line is, they will never win. Not only are the small assumptions in life not important in the long run, but some are hinderances to truth and progress. Steelig says to “Give yourself permission to challenge assumptions, to look at the world with fresh eyes, to experiment, to fail, to plot your own course, to test the limits of your abilities” (175).
Dive Under the Wave
When troubles come like a giant wave, we can't let them knock us off our feet and tumble us around. We have to brace ourselves and dive under them. My dad is prepared for difficult times and resourceful in reaction. Rather than staying braced in one position, he keeps the future open for unexpected opportunities “Uncertainty is the essence of life, and it fuels opportunity...it is the fire that sparks innovation and the engine that drives us forward.” (183). Our old cabin at Takayama was a heap of rotten wood with holes and mushrooms everywhere. We were surprised that all the wind and rain and earthquakes around it did not knock it down, but then we realized that when the earth shook around it, it was so weak that it would just bend and sway with the earth. Resilience. This is what kept it standing. I know I am only twenty, but I have seen a share of disasters and troubles in my life. I could let these struggles knock me down and push me to the swirling depths of the sea, but from watching my dad's example, I try to dive under them and use their powerful force for good.
Let love and Faithfulness Never Leave You
These words from Proverbs 3:3 will always be in my mind and heart because of Daddy's repetition of them. The book mentions nothing of love and faithfulness, but I believe they are more important than any strategies for success. They are pillars of my dad's life and what I respect most about him. I hope to absorb his wisdom and apply it to my life in order to be more like this man that I love so dearly.  

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Exodus Church

Exodus Church
Fukushima First Baptist Church Post Nuclear Melt-down

Two weeks ago I had the opportunity to go to a conference on the post-tsunami church in Japan hosted by an organization called Churches Helping Churches. It was sad to once again hear about how my home country had been hit so hard, but in this context I was more inspired then discouraged. Pastor Akira Sato, Takeshi Takazawa, and Tom Kim were all gracious and encouraging speakers. The highlight for me was having a live video feed of Pastor Sato's Fukushima First Baptist church congregation members on the screen and being able to pray for them by name as they prayed for us. What an image of the united global church.

Mr. Kim began the evening by talking about Churches Helping Churches and showing a video from the work they were doing in Haiti. 26 churches in Haiti, who were in the process of recovering from the disaster in January of last year, collected an offering for the church in Japan after the earthquake. When he saw this, Tom was moved by the compassion of those who had so little to begin with and had the revelation that “our strength is not in our money. It is in the unity of the body of Christ.” As the relief and supplies came from all over the world to Haiti, Tom wondered why the church was not getting the support it needed. “It is the responsibility of churches to help other churches,” he said. That is how Churches Helping Churches (and Churches Helping Pastors) has been able to make an impact in global Christianity.

After Tom spoke, Akira Sato, pastor of the four branches of Fukushima 1st Baptist Church that were evacuated and scattered after the disaster, came to share his story and vision. Sato feels he was called “for such a time as this.” His wife had a dream many years earlier depicting the evacuation of their church. On March 11, coincidentally the birthday of pastor Sato, his congregation was indeed evacuated along with 70,000 others near the Fukushima First Nuclear Plant. Sato wrote a book called Rurou no Kyokai or Exodus Church chronicling the journey his congregation, or what is left of it, has made since that day. It is currently the best selling Christian book in Japan. “I never imagined this drama would happen to us,” said Sato about the trauma, “Even today I sometimes believe it is just a bad dream. We lost our families, church, and home.” But Sato still remains a warrior of faith, like a modern reflection of the heroes in Hebrews11. “I thought my church died that day, but it did not,” he said “We lost four chapels and multiple organizations, but the church remains. And we don't need to worry because the church is our home. We lost many visible things, but we discovered the invisible power of Christ.”

Sato firmly believes that his congregation has grown and learned much through this disaster and has much to teach to Christians around the world. Through this test of perseverance they have met with God. Some say nature must run its course. Some say God judges people through nature. Sato Sensei says that whatever the cause of this natural disaster, it is events like these that make it more clear to him that all creatures need the redemption of the Christ Jesus that Romans 8 talks about. “I want that Jesus to come stand in our homeland and command the waters to be still and the earth not to shake. What I want even more than that is for that Jesus to come and touch each of us now and say 'Do not be afraid.'”
The Fukushima First Baptist congregation, along with thousands of believers and non-believers in Japan still face many afflictions. They face the stigma that people do not want to interact with them for fear of radiation. They have learned to live with very little and take joy in small things like a real bed, a warm shower, and the provision of food and supplies. The disaster pushed Sato and his congregation to set their priorities straight and depend on God alone.

Three walls were broken through the course of this disaster. The wall between the church and the community around it, the wall between the church and a nation hardened against Christianity, and the wall between Japan and the rest of the world. People in Japan have been so touched by the encouragement and volunteers from all over the world who have heard their cries for help. I myself have seen Japanese people break down crying, (something not often seen in Japanese culture) at the realization that people around the world are not ignoring or forgetting about their troubles. Pastor Sato also was moved by the compassion he experienced and said “Who are we that we are so cared for? We are just simple people that lost everything. We lost everything, but we received many things. And we are happy.”

What does this mean for the future of the church? Sato's ambition is to build a new church building in Fukushima, along with an apartment complex for people to live in. It is not an easy undertaking, but “I will try again and again and again” he says, “and I will build another church. The people, especially the old and weak, have no home, so I will build an apartment building for them. We Don't have the money yet, but I have faith that with God's help, we can finish it all by March.” Sato said “I want to thank the global church and testify that God is real in the midst of all the suffering.”

The faith of this man and his congregation were inspiring to me, and this story gave me a picture of the global church as one united body. The church goes through so much suffering in every nation of the world. Rather than simply hearing these stories in isolation, I think we should receive them as what they truly are, wounds to our own body. The members of Fukushima First Baptist with weary smiles beaming at us from the screen during the conference are not simply characters in a traumatic tail or victims of a far-away disaster. They are my brothers and sisters. We may never understand the full extent of how connected the global church is or should be, but the connection is there and must not be ignored.

The tsunami ripped through villages and exiled congregations, but the church in Japan remains strong. Perhaps it is true what pastor Sato said: The walls around the church have been torn down a little. The people are turning their gaze, searching for a sign of hope. They see the compassion of Christian volunteers, friends, and missions and are so thankful. I believe that something beautiful and mighty is about to rise up from the tangled debris of this disaster. The time is now for Christianity to sweep through Japan, for individuals of faith to rise up and inspire their communities by the power of the Spirit, and for Jesus Christ to heal the bleeding hearts of the people.