I haven’t posted anything new in nearly a month now. My apologies to my dear readers who have been awaiting the next episode in the story of my Ransomed Life.
Three things have kept me from posting: 1) I’ve just been busier than usual lately; 2) it has been difficult for me to write the next episode, which is about my mother passing away in 2011; and 3) God has been interrupting my normal rhythms.
I take seminary classes part-time, so when my work day ends, my school day begins. It can be grueling, but I love seminary– or should I say, I love to study and get good grades. I’m an Asian nerd, after all, and I strive to get nothing less than an A on every assignment.
A few weeks ago, I had about an hour left to complete one assignment when a friend reached out to me for prayer. I knew that if I didn’t complete this assignment on time, I’d lose 33% of my total points for the assignment, but at this moment, the still, small voice inside asked me:
“What’s the point of getting good grades in seminary if you don’t show care to someone whom God has placed in front of you?”
I knew what I had to do. I gave my friend 100% of my attention and ignored my assignment, failing to submit it in time, resulting in a loss of points and a chiding by my professor.
Did that bother me? Not after God put it into perspective for me.
What’s the point of getting a good grade in seminary if I don’t show care to someone whom God has placed in front of me?
What’s the point of doing busy work if the people in my care don’t know that I care?
In the weeks since, my dense schedule has been repeatedly interrupted by these moments of human connection. It’s been beautiful. Do I still have work and homework piling up? Yup. Am I exhausted trying to keep up? Sure am.
Reassessing my priorities…
