It’s my birthday, so no post today. For my birthday, I will share with you this anecdote from one of the people I admire most.
Stirling Silliphant (a student of Lee’s) relates an interesting story that perfectly embodies Lee’s attitude toward progressive resistance in cardiovascular training as well as his refusal to let a person—in this case Silliphant—underestimate his own physical potential: “Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” —and we’re still running-“if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
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Chapter One . . .How My Father Looks
My father’s hair is black
He is as tall as my car
He weighs about 30 pounds
My dad looks best when he wears his pjs and pink suit
Dad’s eyes are black
Chapter Two . . .All About My Dad
My dad is happy when he gets to see me Dad’s favorite color is black My dad really likes to sleep My dad always forgets to get things from home What I really like about my dad is he’s funny He knows that I like candy and I know that he likes video games My favorite thing to do with my dad is go to the pool I love it when he is happy
Men, whether you’re single or married, you need to listen to this sermon.
The sermon, “Men as Husbands,” was posted on Facebook by one of my students back in November, but I finally got around to listening to it recently (it’s actually over ten years old). What a great sermon! I am now going through the entire Proverbs sermon series (podcast link for iTunes here). It will probably take me over three years (about two months per sermon) to get through the entire series. Three down. Eighteen to go. Continue reading “Men as Husbands”
OK. I got called out on Facebook to respond to the latest viral video, “Why I Hate Religion, but Love Jesus” (AKA “Jesus > Religion”). So, what better reason to give the old blog a re-boot than to answer the call here in a place where I can use more than 140 characters (are you following me on Twitter?).
The video in question is on its way to 14 million views. To put that in context, the latest Kia Hamstar commercial only has 13M (like that shameless plug?).
Looks like I’m updating this thing once a year. Since the last time I used it, the site has broken. So, I’ll have to spend some time fixing it. What’s been going on since the last annual update? Let’s see how much I can remember.
CLASSES: Greek Exegesis (15-week class in 10-weeks . . . UGH)
– celebrated my baby’s first birthday FALL
CLASSES: Exegesis of Gospels (almost failed), Theo 3, Intro to World Missions
– started as a permanent employee at Kia Motors America as a Product Planning & Development Analyst WINTER
– GKYM Vision Conference
SPRING CLASSES: Crosscultural Leadership, Pastoral Ministry, Expository Preaching
JAN – turned in my resignation to TGSC
FEB – finished my last month at TGSC after 4 years
MAR – first month of “sabbatical” . . . visited Redeemer Alliance, Hana, Cerritos Presbyterian, Global Mission Church
APR – second month of “sabbatical” . . . visited OKCRC (offered a position, declined), Thanksgiving Korean, Church of Southland; candidated at Hana (did not get position)
MAY – third month of “sabbatical” . . . visited Onnuri, Sarang, Newsong, Bethel
JUNE – started as College Pastor at Irvine Onnuri Church; turned 35
“For how long?” is the next question. We have finally completed our move. We started moving stuff in on Saturday, April 11 (special thanks to Andrew Kim and Arthur Cha). Then, we moved a little bit at a time every night thereafter. Did about two trips on Wednesday night. Then came the Big Move on Thursday (special thanks to Victor Bauhng for Wed/Thu). Friday at lunch I did a few things and then I headed off to New Orleans after church (thanks to Arthur for the ride). My mom, Simon, Jess, and Virginia came on Saturday to help do a few more trips and unpack in my absence. Sunday was quiet. Monday was quiet.
Although I had asked my wife not to do anything on the Big Move, because she felt guilty for not doing anything, every time I turned my back, she exerted energy to move stuff around or unpack stuff when I wasn’t looking. That and the stress of the move caused her to feel pain by the end of Thursday night. The best description she could give was that the baby was “bunching up.” Called the doctor the next day and although she had gone into the office to work, she was advised to go on bedrest. I asked her to stay home from Friday bible study. She did not attend EM service on Sunday . . . only youth service so that L&M could attend Sunday School. Continue reading “It is Finished”
I imagine that if you were to do some quick research on this topic of passive-aggressive behavior, you would be startled to discover . . . YOU are passive-aggressive.
Here’s the textbook definition:
adj. Of, relating to, or having a personality disorder characterized by habitual passive resistance to demands for adequate performance in occupational or social situations, as by procrastination, stubbornness, sullenness, and inefficiency.
The thing is . . . if you look at the definition a certain way, it could describe anybody. Would you guys classify me as passive-aggressive? My wife classifies me as passive-passive. Continue reading “Passive-Aggressive?”