To An Unknown God, Spring 2013

LOVE

TAUGTo An Unknown God: A Journal of Christian Thought at Berkeley

Volume 6 | Issue 1 | Spring 2013

Table of Contents

Letter from the EditorNatalie Cha

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Themed Articles

No Clearer PictureSolomon Kim

No Fear in LoveKristen Fu

The Love of a Christian, the Love of a Non-Christian

Daniel Yoo

Dear Future WifeDavid Park

Why I Love the CrossJonathan Kuo

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The Penitent, The PriestWesleigh Anderson

A Different Kind of LoveElsie Cheang

Faith, Hope, & LoveMarissa Lee

CompleteRachael Shen

EverythingKatherine Chung

Luminous in the VoidJames Won

Poetry

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Unthemed Articles

The Risk of LoveBon Jin Koo

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the CostsChristopher Kim

Paper RomanceChristy Kim

In the Name of LoveKeith Fong

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To EgyptChloe Ng

How Can the Gods Meet Us Face to Face?Micaela Walker

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Dear Reader,

Love. Is it the flutter in your stomach, the rush of heat on your cheeks, the worn hands of a sacrificial parent, or the greatest act of redemption in all of human history? All of these represent this common word in some dimension. Still, at least once in our lives, we wonder ‘What is love?’ We admit there is

something missing, a deep void in our hearts, empty and unfulfilled. But there must be – there has to be – an answer tucked away someplace, somewhere.

Gripped by this burning question, we go out into the world in search of the answer. Some look for it in the pursuit of one’s passion at a university or in the zeal of one’s purpose at the work place. Others say it’s found in the arms of a childhood friend turned lover or in the fateful encounter with “the one”. We search and search in every crevice of our lives, sometimes truly believing we’ve finally found it. But, the longing still remains: the ever unquenchable desire to love and be loved.

Therefore we return to our question ‘What is love?’ empty-handed and even more confused. So, this time, let us turn our eyes from the broken things of this world, and towards He who first loved, He who sent His one and only Son to die on the cross, so that whoever may believe will be brought from death and granted eternal life. Jesus Christ set the perfect example of what love is, for “greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13).

But even Christians struggle and turn away from this truth, looking for love in other places, and in other ways, as promised and defined by the world. It is here, where the journal’s discussion on “Love” begins. Not only is the first question addressed, but also those ones implied by it: Who should we love? Where is the love? Why do we love? How can we love? As we explore each inquiry, may the blindness that has veiled our eyes and the twisted lies we chose to fill our hearts with vanish. As we search for the truth in answer to the age old question ‘What is love?’ may we find it in the absolute truth of Jesus Christ.

In the end, all earthly love points to Jesus being Lord and Savior. Through the example of his perfect life, He clearly showed how we are to fulfill the two greatest commandments: love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul and mind and love our neighbors as ourselves (Matthew 22:37-39). Then, through His sacrificial death and glorious resurrection, He revealed the extent of His love, that neither death nor life will ever separate us from His love (Romans 8:38). Let us allow this truth to sink into our hearts and fill the barren space until our souls burst with joy in the assurance that we are wholly, perfectly and infinitely loved by our most significant other – God.

Natalie Cha, Editor-in-Chief

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR


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Editor-in-ChiefNatalie Cha

Executive EditorJennifer Yim

Managing EditorsJoice LeeJonathan Lim

Associate EditorsDivine Adesida, Danielle Cha, Elsie Cheang, Christine Choe,

Katherine Chung, Kristen Fu, Grace Gao, Jacob Grant, Stephen

Haw, Kristi Hyunh, Ryan Kang, Alyssa Kim, Solomon Kim, Bon

Jin Koo, Grace Lee, Marissa Lee, Joyce Lim, Desiree Macchia,

Jennifer Min, Chloe Ng, Jennifer Park, Kayla Quock, Micaela

Walker, James Won

Editors EmeritiWesleigh Anderson, Chris Han, Sarah Cho, Stephanie Chiao, Laura

Ferris, Cliff Mak, John Montague, Whitney Moret

Advisory Board

Steven FishDepartment of Political Science

Tsu Jae King LiuDepartment of Electrical Engineering and Computer Sciences

Jeffrey ReimerDepartment of Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering

Jan de VriesDepartment of History

ArtistsMelanie Chan: Cover; Edwin Cho: Cover; Michelle Cho: Back Cover (graphic); Christine Choe: Table of Contents (1st page), 11; Hanna Choi: Cover;

Ryan Kang: 14, 15; Bon Jin Koo: 4, 9, 12, 13, 31; Andrew Kuo: 8, 23, 24, 25, 30, 33, 35, Back Cover (picture); Alyssa Kim: 26, 27; Joice Lee: Cover, Table

of Contents (2nd page), 5, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 22, 34 (top); Jonathan Lim: 24, 25, 29; Kayla Quock: Cover, 32, 34 (bottom); Kai Ridenoure: 6, 7


unreasonable because He has no reason to love us. We have many needs and do things that make us unlovable, that make us ugly. We deserve nothing but the pains and hardships of a few short years on earth and an eternity without Him. Despite all this, we have a Father who loves us, who has made a commitment to take us in as His own.

The wedding story is a picture of the Gospel and of God’s steadfast and eternal love for us. There is no one qualified to truly and completely explain that love except for God Himself. “Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good! His love endures forever.”1 It is eternally steadfast.

It is clear how He loves us, so it is appropriate to examine how that perfect love should direct and be an example for our imperfect and inconsistent love.

Love is so much more than what the world makes it

out to be. I would argue that the world has no idea what

love is. Half of the marriages today end in divorce. The

youth idolize the superficial relationships of Hollywood

and engage in premarital sex. Our generation is perplexed

about what love is. This is odd because the Bible explains

to us what God’s love looks like and therefore what our

love should look like.

Solomon Kim, STAFF WRITER

There was once a single mother in her fifties caring for a daughter in her twenties. Mom didn’t expect the mental disability her daughter was born with.

Mom didn’t expect the complications that left her alone raising a child in a woman’s body.

One day, Mom became engaged. She would protest, claiming she was old and ugly, but he called her beautiful. The wrinkles on her face were as dimples in his eyes. At the wedding he produced a second ring. This one was for the daughter - a promise that she would be taken care of despite her needs, that she was loved when she seemed unlovable. Upon hearing this, the girl dropped the flowers in her arms while running and embraced him, exclaiming uncontrollably, “I love you!”

In one simple ceremony the groom redeemed a radiant bride and adopted an orphaned child.

“I don’t think you will ever see a more clear picture of this book than what you just saw here,” Pastor Francis Chan said, holding up the Bible after sharing that story.

The core of the Gospel, of Jesus’ death and resurrection, is more than just freedom from sin and salvation for us. It is a clear picture, a glimpse, of the greatest example of the immense and unreasonable love God bears for us. I say

The Bible offers the clearest, no-questions-asked, defintition of true love



“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”3

It seems to me that what the Bible says about love is a lot more straightforward than what the world says about love. Love is not butterflies in our stomachs. It is not an accelerated heartbeat or eyes covered by rose-colored glasses.

What does Biblical love look like, then? Is it just being kind? Just being humble and slow to anger? In that case, love isn’t that hard. I can be kind to my friends, even to an acquaintance. I can swallow my pride for a moment if my small group leader rebukes me or teaches me a lesson.

The problem with this is that it is a passive love that cannot even be called love. It is more appropriate to call it simple politeness or maybe political correctness. This approach implies that loving others is the same as hurting or offending them as little as possible.

We are called to bear an active love for those around us. “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,’ but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?”3 In context, James argues that claiming to have faith in Christ is meaningless if it’s not evidenced through obedience to Christ. In the same way, Christ-like love must be evidenced through active care for and from one another.

What does active Biblical love look like, then? James gives two straightforward examples in verses 15 and 16: feed and clothe those without food and clothes. Quite simply, provide for the basic needs of those without them.

“[L]ook after orphans and widows in their distress.”4 Care for children who cannot care for themselves, and care for individuals grieving over loved ones lost.

There are homeless individuals whom I have blatantly ignored. I try to be polite and smile or nod every now and then, but God demands I do more than merely acknowledge their existence. He demands I do more than just toss them some change or a dollar as I go on with my charmed life.

There are tangible ways to help those in need everywhere, especially in the Berkeley community. I have seen my peers show Christ-like love to people in need. I have had the privilege to witness truly sincere relationships between people who give and people who need. They don’t just give some food to a face and walk away, but instead they eat with them and get to know an individual. That is the quality of

care God demands we have for the needy.Amazingly enough, the love described in the Bible calls

us to take our love even further. It’s not hard to show love when it is expected of you, when the thing you love is lovable. It takes a certain degree of sacrifice to help someone in need. However, Christ-like love is a lot harder than that. It is showing love when it is unexpected, when it doesn’t make sense. It is showing love to the people who hate and hurt you. “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.”5

There was a minister who lived in the heart of Hindu India. He and his wife lived in an area that harbored Hindu extremists. One day the unthinkable happened. As the minister’s wife was returning from the market, she was attacked, raped, and murdered by a group of extremists. The minister was devastated, but when people expected him to give up, he continued to minister.

A number of months after his wife’s murder, the minister just finished a Sunday sermon when one man approached him from the congregation. The man had come to the minister’s sermons for the past three weeks. Head bowed, he identified himself as one of those who had killed the minister’s wife.

The minister rejoiced and embraced him. He praised God at that very moment for the man who had murdered his wife. He thought not of revenge or even of justice. He only thought of God’s wonderful redeeming love.

That doesn’t make sense! How could anyone be happy to see his wife’s murderer? Even if the murderer becomes a good person, it is insane to forgive them, let alone embrace them! Yet, this is what is asked of us. To borrow once again from Francis Chan, we are called to love like crazy.

We are called to be extreme lovers, uncontrollably exclaiming, “I love you!” to God day in and day out, actively caring for one another, rejoicing in the fact that God loves us as well as our enemies. The love shown to us in the Bible is extreme, beyond worldly understanding. Love when it is least expected, a love that does not make sense. This is what makes Christ-like love distinct, what should make Christians distinct. “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”6

1. Psalms 136:1 NIV2. 1 Corinthians 13:4-6 NIV3. James 2:15-16 NIV4. James 1:27 NIV

5. Matthew 5:43-44 NIV

6. John 13:35 NIV

Solomon Kim is a sophomore studying English who is thankful and

humbled to still be learning what it means to love like crazy.



No fear in LoveKristen Fu, STAFF WRITER

Maybe it’s because the Chinese American church taught me to be humble and unassuming. Maybe it's because I was also taught to always put others

before me, because God calls us to have a “servant heart.” Or maybe it's because my best friends in middle school one day decided to phase me out of the group (which in those days meant everything), placing in the back of my head a poisonous fear that everyone I knew or met from then on would one day get tired of me.

Whatever it was, it haunted me. It told me that any sort of attention I brought to myself was prideful and sinful. It told me, You’re not that special. You're just another quiet, Asian American girl, and sure you're nice, but most people would rather be around others who are cooler, prettier, and more outgoing than you.

But I dealt with it. Since God wants me to love others while being humble and denying myself, that means I should think of myself less. And whatever it was, it convinced me that thinking of myself less meant thinking less of myself. It made me believe that what I had to say was not as valuable as what others had to say, so I rarely spoke up. It made me assume that people had a negative impression of me before I even met them, and that I wasn't the type of person people were interested in getting to know or hang out with. It’s fine to not think you’re special. That's just being humble.

But there exists another voice, a still small voice that can make itself known in pleasantly unexpected ways. The voice of God is something that I had heard pastors preach about on Sunday mornings growing up, claiming that it can be heard when one “quiets their heart” and “listens prayerfully.” However these phrases had such a vague meaning to me when I was younger that I assumed I would learn to hear His voice when I was older, making the other discouraging voice much louder to me.

Therefore as I entered college and was meeting new people left and right, in every introduction there laid that fear of not making a good and lasting impression. However at the same time, I found a Christian fellowship community that was structurally so familiar to me, and yet was so mind-blowingly different. It was different because I encountered and was led by people who loved God and those around them so much more vocally than I was used to. I wasn’t used to receiving so much affirmation in not just my faith, but in myself as a person. Words like “I want to hang out with you more” seemed so elementary but meant so much, and I really do believe that

Kristen is a second year intended Media Studies major who will never get

enough of the joy she receives from God’s love, good food with good people,

and Andrew Garfield’s existence (in that order).

God was speaking those words of love and affirmation to me through the people I was meeting. Leaders and friends in my fellowship also loved themselves, and not in an arrogant way; they loved themselves as a form of praising God for creating us in His good and perfect image. 1 John 4:18 says “There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.” So how could I profess to love others as a believer in God if I didn’t even love myself ? Without confidence in who I am as a daughter of God, fear and insecurity grow inside and hinder the love that God has mercifully blessed me with to give to others.

So it is true that God blesses the humble, but humble does not mean self-deprecating. Above all I can find joy in the amazing and constant love He freely gives me, and that means loving the way He created me so that I can fully love others, without fear.


Daniel Yoo, CONTRIBUTING WRITER

In the current culture of live and let live, discussion of personal convictions as right or wrong has been discouraged for being politically incorrect, perhaps even offensive.

However, the idea that the Son of God came to Earth incarnate, died bearing our sins, and rose again, defeating death cannot be at the same time true and untrue to even the staunchest relativist. As whether or not this is true has dire consequences to many lives, the most loving act a Christian can do is to convince his non-Christian friend of his need for Christ, and the most loving act a non-Christian friend can do is to convince his Christian friend to drop his untrue faith.

If Christianity is true, then sin is real, and the whole world is guilty. It would mean that the only way to be made innocent would be by putting faith and hope in Christ. It would also mean that those who have not been saved will receive their due justice. Considering that of the world’s population, 33.39%1 are considered Christian, the 66.61% remaining will miss out on a freely available salvation to gift them eternal life.

Alternatively, if Christianity was false, over one third of the entire world is devoted to a lie, pouring out their lives for a nonexistent god. The time spent in worship and praise, the time spent on praying and interceding for others, and especially time spent on evangelism would all be rendered absolutely meaningless. In 1 Corinthians 15:14-19, Apostle Paul states that if the resurrection of Christ is not real, “our preaching is useless, and so is your faith,” and that Christians “are to be pitied more than all men.” 2

In light of these dire consequences, let us discuss its implications in our relationships with those we cherish. First is to establish a definition of love. In this piece, I will define love as wanting the best for someone else. Hopefully this can serve as a satisfying definition to both Christians and non-Christians.

Now given this definition, it should be reasonable to assume

that for a Christian to love a non-Christian, he would do his utmost to bring that person to Christ. As stated before, if Christianity is true, then a life in Christ provides not only eternal life, but also a life on earth in communion with an almighty God. To be in a relationship with the creator of the universe is the best thing man can ever have, and for Christians to not share this gift because they are scared of committing some social faux pas would be absolutely unloving of them.

Similarly, should Christianity be false, the most loving thing a non-Christian friend can do for a Christian friend is to try and talk him out of wasting his life on a non-existent god. If even Apostle Paul states that the members of this church are to be pitied more than all men should this faith be false, then the consequences of making this mistake must be serious. The best thing for a man in false faith is to be taken out of it. This means that for non-Christians, the most loving service they can render to Christians is to convince them to leave their worthless time sink of a faith. To not do so would be also absolutely unloving of them.

Of course, much dialogue done between the two sides is not done out of love. This current trend of no one being confrontational may have come from a history of damaged friendships and bruised egos. However, this should not stop us from trying to show love to each other the best way we know how. Go on. Tell your friend he’s wrong. If he accepts this, he’ll thank you for it.

1. Numbers taken from CIA’s World Factbook last updated 2/20/2013. https://

www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/geos/xx.html, accessed

3/10/2013

2. 1 Corinthians 15:14-19 NIV84

Seong Min (Daniel) Yoo is a sophomore studying Economics and MCB, and is

the leader (in name anyways) of the ASPI ministry group.

the Love

of a Christian

the Love

of a non-Christian


You may be wondering why I am writing to you in this journal. Well, it’s just that the theme is love, and I couldn’t resist.I don’t know who you are and where you are yet. I trust in God’s will and timing, though I long to meet you so much.

I cannot talk to you yet, but this shall suffice. My Sister in Christ, know that I love you and I am praying for you. I cannot wait for the day when I will be able to woo you off your feet. There are so many things I would like to do with you. I can already envision birthdays, Valentine’s Days, Christmases, spontaneous excursions, and the mundane moments of life that become special because I’m with you.

Even more than that, I want to worship my God and my Savior, Jesus Christ, with you. I want to pray with you, study God’s Word with you, do ministry with you, counsel other couples with you, raise kids with you, and simply be together.

I want to give you the very best. I desire to obey Jesus and be a “one-woman man” like 1 Timothy 3 describes. I desire to live in purity -- physically, emotionally, relationally, and sexually for Jesus and you. At times, it is so hard to wait for you, but I know you’re worth the wait. I don’t want to simply desire purity but live in it. I know He desires for me to walk in purity until our wedding day and onward together. His ways are for our best and our good. Satan may tempt me and I may waver, but I will wait for you. I am only 20 years old, barely finishing my sophomore year at Berkeley, but maybe you are here too. Maybe you will be coming here. Who knows? Only God. I don’t know how long it will be before I see you and meet you, but, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I will persevere. This is what the Father has in store for me, for you, and for our marriage.

When I say that you are worth the wait, I don’t want you to feel like you have to prove it. You are worth it, my Bride and my Love. You alone are my standard of beauty. No other woman can compare. For you alone does my heart desire (save Jesus, of course). I can tell already that you are beautiful, that you are lovely, and that you are cute! Do not doubt my love for you; as I write, I long for you, and I catch a glimpse into the heart of Christ as He wants and longs for His bride, the Church.

I can tell you now that your beauty is matchless. No woman that I have seen thus far and no woman in the future will compare. You have no comparison, no equal, and no competition! You may think to yourself that I cannot make such declarations because I have yet to see you. Love, you are the standard of beauty for me. I only see you. You are the definition of beauty for me. Even though you may not fit within the current cultural definitions of beauty, know that I consider you beautiful – and so does God!

And, it’s not just external beauty that I talk about, of course. You are lovely in appearance, but your character shines brightest. It only makes you all the more attractive and disarming to the eyes. When I see you worship, when I see you pray, when I see your heart for the lost, when I see your compassion, when I see your obedience to the Lord, when I see you sacrifice for others, when I see your study of the Word – everything – I fall for you all the more. In my mind’s eye, I can see all those things happening, and I smile to myself. Daughter of God, how beautiful you are! You have been purchased with the precious blood of the Lamb; what is of more worth than Jesus? Your worth is infinite, daughter of the King.

More than anything, I will endeavor to have our marriage magnify and glorify our Savior. My Love, let us leave a Christ-exalting legacy. My family history is tough; it’s riddled with broken, loveless marriages. My family is not full of Christians, and together we mark a new chapter in our family histories. In that way, I am a patriarch and you are a matriarch. What we do today will affect generations from now. By the grace of God, we can leave a legacy of Jesus-founded marriages to the glory of God. I pray that Jesus may fill us with His Holy Spirit and empower us to do such a wondrous work to His fame. It is reminiscent of the generations of Israel in the Old Testament. By God’s grace and sovereignty, He would raise up a generation of faithful men and women of God in the midst of a long line of idolatry and apostasy. We’re like those people – saved by grace through faith. It’s amazing that what we do for His glory is also what is best for us and brings us the most joy!

Right now, I just want you to know that I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you. You are a tangible expression of Jesus’ grace in my life and I cannot wait to be your future husband. To be honest, I’m a hopeless romantic (not sure if you can tell!). I want to amaze you. I want to romance you. I want to have adventures with you. It can be adventures

Dear Future Wife,David J Park, CONTRIBUTING WRITER


around the world or to the supermarket. No matter what the adventure, I know it will be special because I have you by my side. I don’t want to just sweet talk you – to tell you what you want to hear. I want to show you that my words carry weight. See what I mean by my actions. That is how you will know that I am truly your one-woman man.

My soul yearns for you. I desire you, my Bride. I don’t know what you’re doing right now, but know that I’m thinking of you. I pray that you are well, my Sister in Christ. May you have sweet and frequent communion with the biggest man in your life, Jesus Christ. I hope to take you on adventures beyond your wildest dreams, yet Jesus will always be the center of it all. He will be our greatest affection – set apart from all other loves, including each other. Let us practice loving Jesus more than life itself and seeking Him above all while apart. But, when we come together, it’ll be glorious; we’ll be husband and wife worshiping the King of Glory together. It’s beautiful for a husband and wife to remember the broken body and the blood spilt by our Savior for our salvation as we take communion together – the same body and blood spilt to establish the church, the Bride of Christ.

You know, writing to you is no easy task. It would be a much easier task if I knew who you were. But, you know what, that’s the fun of it. You see me as a single college guy writing to you. I’m sure my future self will laugh over this letter, but cut me some slack. This is not an easy task. Actually, this isn’t even a task, but a joy to write to my lovely wife. It’s all worth it to see you smile and to hear you laugh. Sure, your laughter is at my expense, but that’s what a husband is for, right?

Lastly, know that I expect nothing in return from you. My love is not contingent on you writing me an awesome letter like this. Moreover, I am a virgin, and I will save myself for you. But, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I will love you like Christ loves the Church. I will love you with no expectation of anything in return and with no regard to your former sins or sins committed against you; because in Christ your sins have been forgiven and you have been clothed with His righteousness. Never think that you aren’t worthy of my affections. I’m more broken and messed up than you know (though it will become increasingly evident, I’m sure), and if you can receive the perfect love of Christ, you can receive my imperfect love from an imperfect me. Full disclosure, though, I’m going to knock your socks off.

David J Park is a sophomore that likes long walks

on the beach, keeping a wife journal, and attempting

to write humorous author bios. He attends Reality

SF, and prays to get married before 26.

Love,Your Future Husband


(Why it’s good news that the good news doesn’t depend on us)

Jonathan Kuo, CONTRIBUTING WRITER

I love the cross. I love the cross because it’s good news. I love that it’s good news. Good news isn’t very common these days. Good news

nowadays tends to be trite, naïve, and cute. Cute, but nothing solid to stand on. Nothing steadfast to hope in. Nothing to anchor our souls in. Cute news can make us smile, but it can’t bear us up. It can encourage us, however momentarily, but the emotional lift fades as soon as we shift our attention.

Good news needs to be steadfast, solid, unshakeable. In other words, it needs to be good news precisely in that it’s not about us – about what we’ve done, what we can do, or what we should do. We won’t find good news in the human race – not in a race so nervous, so unsteadied, ever unsure of the certainty of tomorrow. God knows how we can be so finicky. So fickle. So anxious and terrorized just a moment after we thought we found peace. But that’s why I love the cross. It speaks a better word than anything about us. It tells the story of a God who came as a man named Jesus - nailed to a crucifix, buried, and resurrected to save. It tells of the Gospel: the good news.

And that’s why I love the cross: it’s actually, really, good news. Good news precisely because its being good is not contingent upon me. Good news of Jesus’s power to redeem me from Satan, sin, and death which is not threatened by my all too often tendency to get myself into circumstances which require redeeming. And that’s why it’s good news. It’s effective despite me. Joy-inducing apart from me. Relief-bringing not because it calls attention to the good in me, but the bad in me only ever in light of a greater good outside of me.

In other words, the cross is good news because it’s not just good advice. If it was just good advice – how to live, why we should do certain things and not others – its goodness would be contingent upon our ability to live up to the advice it offers. Good advice

only delivers good results when it’s followed. Good news contains within itself all the ingredients for joy apart from our needing to respond by anything other than receiving it as already true. And that’s why faith receives rather than achieves. Faith is belief, receiving as achieved what Jesus accomplished when He breathed His last and said, “It is finished.”1 Jesus was declaring that conquering the damning effects of our sin was done. Unbelief tries to finish the job by looking for somebody or something else to save us. Good advice alone all too often leads us to try to believe in ourselves. The good news demands we believe in God over and despite ourselves.

And that’s why I love the cross. It involves me, but it doesn’t revolve around me. It invites me to come, die to myself, and live for God, but it doesn’t invite me to start working to create my own hope and salvation. And once I realized this, I really started loving the cross. After trying for so many years of trying to find good news in myself, I finally stopped. I stopped trying to find something to hope in myself once I realized that the whole point of the gospel is that it points to a Hope and Rescuer outside of me. When I struggled with habitual sin, when I found myself apathetic to the death of Christ, when I thought myself potentially damned to Hell because I couldn’t see any hope within me – it was then that I realized: the gospel is good news because it never banked on me finding find hope in me.

I learned that despite me, I can hope, because I found that my hope isn’t grounded in myself, my circumstances, or any other person other than Jesus alone. I realized that the formula for gospel joy didn’t have a variable for “But, my sins,” or “But, I.” In fact, it hit me that the gospel never started with “But you.” It starts with “But God.”2 “But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our



trespasses, made us alive together with Christ – by grace you have been saved.”3 I never factored into this glorious equation of good news, so nothing I do could alter it.

So I realized that sometimes it’s when all you can see in yourself and the world is the guilt and wreckage of sin that you’re best able to stop saying the damning phrase of, “but I,” and realize that the gospel had nothing to do with our competency in the first place. It begins with, “But God,” continues there, and ends there, and that’s the only place sinners will be saved, struggling Christians will walk in victory over sins which once plagued them, and apathetic believers will be shaken out of their apathy. Only one can save, only one can give us the power to defeat sin, and only one can give a call clear enough to stir the sleeping soul. And the good news is that it’s not you. It’s Jesus.

“But my sins are so great…” – “behold, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world!”4 “But I have wronged my Heavenly Father too many times, how can I go back?” – “But God shows his love for us in that while were still sinners, Christ died for us.”5 “But my failings… how will I ever change?” --

“If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.”6 “But I’ve gone too far. I’ve dug a pit too deep, and only I am to blame” --

“For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.”7 “There is now therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,” “and we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.”8

The cross always speaks the last word, even when it seems like our world is falling apart, our loved ones are suffering, and we, along with all of creation,

“groan inwardly as we await” “the redemption of our bodies”9. It’s a sure hope, but a hope not seen. But “hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience”10. And so we remember. In the past, Jesus won. In the present, Jesus redeems and saves us despite our stupidity, in spite of what others have done to us, and over our inability to help ourselves. And in the future, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, and the former things have passed away”11 . And this - this is why I love the cross. It’s truly good news. News worth living for. News worth dying for. Because whether we live or die well for it, it’s good. So I invite you. Join me. Let’s live together in awe of what God did at the cross together,

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:38-39).

1. John 19:302. Ephesians 2:4 ESV3. Ephesians 2:4-6 ESV4. John 1:29 ESV5. Romans 5:8 ESV6. Romans 8:11 ESV7. Romans 3:23-248. Romans 8:1,289. Romans 8:23 ESV10. Romans 8:24-25 ESV11. Revelations 21:4 ESV

Jonathan Kuo is a second year Rhetoric major who has a sure, but unseen, hope that the power of Christ will bring him into a marriage because of a Hope outside of him which overcomes the romantic naïveté within him.



As I began to write another entry in my journal, my pencil greeted me with a sharp splintering sound followed by a satisfying snap. The snap quickly became unsatisfying. It

was a good pencil. "How can I praise Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym now?" I thought aloud. "Shut up, boy!"I flinched at the harsh voice. I waited for the familiar laughter

to come and embrace silence as my comrade, but the swish of the tent flap announced otherwise.

"What you muttering about now, boy?" said Crater Man."My pencil broke," I said. "May I borrow your knife to sharpen

it?""So that you can slit my throat?" roared Crater Man. "Hasn't

your pitiful deity demanded enough blood?"I saw his scars, dotted on his face like the craters of the moon,

stretch and contort as he began to kick and spit at me. My skin eventually grew hard to his blows after many nights of abuse.

"You shall love your enemies," Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym told me in my dream the night I was captured. My hatred for my captors lingered, but I feared Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym; he imbued a kind of power I never felt before. But tonight, not even he will stop me.

"Forgive me, Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym," I whispered. "What? I can't hear you boy!" yelled Crater Man. "Do you want

me to beat you some more?"I brandished a knife I had stolen a couple weeks ago and

prepared to drive it into Crater Man's heart. The fear I saw blossom on my enemy's face was sufficient for my revenge, but I could not stop there. I braced my mind for the collision of metal and bone, but I felt warmth instead. Blood? No...this felt familiar..!

"Enough."An older man held his hand on my wrist, the knife inches away

from Crater Man's chest. Fear quickly turned to embarrassment

for Crater Man, anger to curiosity for me. This was a man I had never seen before, but how familiar his presence! Almost like Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym...

"Is that any way to treat our brother?" said the older man."Brother?! I mean, General Adams, this scum threatened to kill

me!" Crater Man cried."It’s no surprise to me if the rumors about you are true," General

Adams said. "What r-rumors, s-sir?" "Leave this place," General Adams said sternly.Crater Man’s face contorted with confusion and fury. He

stormed out of the tent without questioning the general further. General Adams placed his hands on my shoulder and comforted me.

"Have a seat, my brother," General Adams said. "We have much to discuss."

The general and I exchanged words for hours. I learned that the political aspect of the war was much more complicated than I had ever imagined, though violence always became the main obstacle to negotiations. Adams became a commanding officer out of reluctance but sought to seek peace between warring factions through more diplomatic means rather than weapons and fear. He told me that after the war was over, someone needed to come back to restore the country and share God’s love to its people.

“Who is God?” I asked. “The one who gives me the power to stand before an army,”

General Adams whispered. “And to love little ones like yourself.”“What do you mean by loving ones like me?”“Let me show you.”The general brought out a bowl of water, kneeled, and reached

for my feet as if to begin washing them. I withdrew my feet in shock.

“That is a servant’s job! The lowest of tasks!” I exclaimed.

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The general smiled and gently brought my feet into the water. His hands were rough; I could feel years of pain and labor. Yet that insight did not pinpoint for me the source of his power. Where did it come from? Who is this God? “Imagine a king…no, a king of kings!” General Adams said. “What if he came to wash your feet?”

“Why would a king do such a thing?” I asked.“Ah, but my king is different,” General Adams chuckled. “He

washed my feet out of love, so I try to do the same for you. But you must first accept it.”

He finished washing my feet. The general brought out a new pair of shoes and tickled my feet before he put them on. I was not ticklish, but a giggle escaped from my mouth.

This man knew love. Did his God give him power and love as well?

“Who is God?” I asked again. “Is he a deity?”“What is the name of your deity?” General Adams answered.“Bil'tiy Yadua Elhiym.”“That’s Hebrew for ‘unknown god,’” General Adams explained.

“My God… and your god… are one and the same.”“How do you know?”“There is a story about a man who loved God more than I did,”

General Adams said. “His name was Paul. The people he tried to share God’s love with worshiped many gods. They had many altars dedicated to different kinds of gods, and one altar the people dedicated to an unknown god.”

“Bil’tiy Yadua Elhiym?”“Yes! Paul said, ‘What therefore you worship as unknown, this

I proclaim to you.’ He told them God is a personal God, one who is jealous for their souls and deeply in love.”

“Who is God?” I asked once more. “God is love.”“But it is so dangerous to love,” I said. “My heart, my soul… my

mind is open to the other. What would he do with them?”“Brother, if you, a mere man, can sense the fragility of our

hearts, also know how easily love can damage the heart, and yet, know how necessary a heart needs love,” General Adams explained. “How much more would a king who brings his people so close to his heart take all the more care to love them?”

“That is a risk,” I concluded. “It is a risk to love,” General Adams said. “What if it doesn’t

work out?”----

39 Years LaterI stand before my nation, once broken and desolate, but now

a name known throughout the world. I discovered its name was Israel, a name long forgotten in the decades of war. I remembered the love that the general demonstrated to me as a prisoner many years ago. For my entire life until our meeting, I worshiped Bil’tiy Yadua Elhiym, an unknown god, never realizing it was the same God that gave the general such strength and gentleness.

“Chancellor! Sorry to disturb your meditation,” a worker reported. “A group of refugees wish to enter the country.”

“But?” “They’re Americans, Chancellor.”“What of it, Peter?” I asked. “Do you not remember that an

American saved me? You shall love them just the same.”“But it is such a risk!” Peter argued. “We just recovered from

the war. What if they’re spies? Terrorists?”“It is a risk to love,” I said. “What if it doesn’t work out?” Peter shrugged as I placed my hand on his shoulder and

comforted him. “Ah, but what if it does.”

Bon Jin Koo is an English major who enjoys the company of the wise and a good cup of tea.


"There’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Popularized by economist Milton Friedman, the phrase asserts that even when something appears to be free, there is always a cost, hidden or distributed,

to an individual and/or society as a whole. There is always a cost to something, an opportunity cost if you will, to every action: the time spent, resources allocated, and the opportunity to do something else. This means our day-to-day, action-by-action activities and habits have a certain cost associated with them, with the implication that things can be quantitatively measured and compared to each other.

Everyone has a clear sense of priorities. One weighs the significance and relative importance of each of his obligations and tasks at the specific moment wherefrom he bases the decisions that he makes. For instance, a student often chooses to play video games rather than study – implying that at the particular moment, the joy and pleasure gained from playing video games outweighed the benefits he may gain from his studies. His decision to play video games has an opportunity cost in the form of the time he loses to study for his classes.

The greatest cost one can offer is his life. Opportunity cost incorporates all the potential gain that is lost as a consequence from a particular action. Choosing a life in non-profit organizations has the opportunity cost of being a potential multimillionaire, living a lavished and comfortable lifestyle. There is no greater opportunity cost of devoting ones entire life exclusively to one cause – by doing so one loses any opportunity to exclusively seek wealth and prosperity, personal comfort, love, academic credentials, although these things can come as a byproduct of one’s pursuit of a particular goal. To dedicate oneself to a purpose requires him to have a fervent passion and love for the objective in question; otherwise, the lack of personal “value” of the goal would eventually cause a the individual to conscientiously, or unconscientiously, chose an action that deviates from the previously mentioned goal.

Could an individual claim to wholeheartedly devote his life exclusively to the pursuit of one goal? Such task would be considered impossible, and unrealistic. An individual who claims to do such would be branded a liar and idealist. He would be shunned and mocked by society, criticized by his peers, and under constant scrutiny from those around him. People would look to find fault in his actions and purposefully try to sway him.

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How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Costs


But what if such a person existed who devoted his life exclusively to one cause, one mission; that despite the mockery and scrutiny previously described, and despite the public’s attempts to test him and cause him to stumble, he remained focused and steadfast on his goals; that on his pursuit to his goal, he was abandoned by all his friends and family and was left branded as a criminal?

Who was this man? What was his goal? What was so important that it was worth sacrificing everything and forgoing a potential life of comfort and prosperity?

This man was a king, but he lived humbly. He was dedicated to the outcasts of society, tending to the sick, and feeding the hungry. He was a shepherd protecting the people from tyranny, shielding them from their enemies. But his mission was so much greater than meeting temporal and physical needs. He saw the brokenness, he felt the pain. He knew the hopelessness that pervaded his people’s days. So he cast down all of his kingly splendor and glory to fix the wrongs that pervaded society, sacrificing all the comforts, recognition, accolades, and riches in his kingdom. There had to be an exchange – the king had to give up his life, so that his people would live as he did. But the people failed to recognize their beloved king. They failed see his love, dedication, and mission to bring them joy and peace. The same people who had once hailed their king in reverence and glory did not recognize his voice or his pleas. They continued in their debauchery and mutiny.

The king saw his people condemned to death and his heart was filled with compassion. So he did the only thing he could and took their death sentence upon himself so that they would live. And in his willing exchange, the people were justified. The lost and forgotten, the outcasts, and the poor were given hope, security, and assurance. All that was required was for the people to go before the judge who held the record of their trespasses and to show that the sentence and fine had been covered in full by the death of their king.

This king’s name was Jesus Christ, and he cast off all his heavenly splendor and glory to live a life of persecution and ridicule so that man would have a restored relationship with the God he betrayed. He suffered, was cast aside, and was crucified. And in his death he accomplished his goal – he freed man from the vices of sin and death and reconciled man’s broken relationship with God.

Jesus accomplished the impossible and so that man would gain the unobtainable; that in Jesus’ suffering and sacrifice, his opportunity cost would be man’s reward. Man, through Christ, is showered with his perfect satisfaction, peace, joy, kindness, gentleness, humility, and patience. And in gaining these heavenly riches, earthly concerns and worries are dwarfed, status and recognition from others are unnecessary, and monetary wealth and prosperity become worthless. All man has to do is acknowledge and accept the sacrifice of their Savior.

The beauty is that death did not stop Jesus; it could not hold him down. That in spite of Jesus’ substitution for man’s just punishment, he conquered the grave so he would be with the people that he loves. And those who believe in the resurrected and living king will live for eternity.

Christopher loves his Dodgers and Lakers. He is worried about his fantasy baseball team.

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She wondered what she was playing at as she finished her letter to her pen pal.It was nice to have a pen pal, her acquaintances had said when she had mentioned it in passing, and her friends had

agreed that it would be nice to exchange thoughts with someone not of this school, and a scholarship kid at that. Only her few closest friends knew her ex-crush in person, and none of them knew that she was writing to him with the quill-and-paper set they had gifted to her for Christmas.

Everyone knew bits of the secret but only she possessed the whole picture. She skirted a dangerous line – confidences had to be divulged delicately and even more so on paper, because she did not

know how much of the confidence was wanted; how insightful he’d find her inane rambling; what mood he’d be in when he received it. No wonder people stuck to social media, in which they did not have to worry about crafting words around an audience. Such little things compounded with the big things – did he think of her frankness as endearing or overbearing, her praise warm or sycophantic? In the first correspondence she had brushed their past history under the writing-table, scratching I have yet to meet someone on whom I can develop a silly crush, like I did with you. (She hoped that she sounded surer of her guardedness than she felt).

She had not said “little” crush because he had thanked her for it, turning her embarrassment into a cause for gratitude. How much of her writing was not ingrained politeness or flippancy, it was hard to tell. She’d written many things for various

persons, and sometimes the words sounded so hollow, so lavish in adulation that they ceased to carry meaning. The same for her grandparents every year – live long, thank you for raising my parents and being patient with them – and her parents – thank you for being patient with me, I know I’m a handful. The finishing touch an almost perfunctory, “I love you”, the routine made more meaningful by peppering details that she’d excruciatingly fished out of her confused mental aggregations of them, their actions

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Yeah you can write me a love letter but there’s nothing to say don’t want to take a chance on your paper romance anyway.

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Paper RomanceOn which words can bridge the gap between people.


and what neediness to be assuaged might be lurking behind those actions. She winced when people threw out “love” in trivial chit-chat, but she was guilty of the same thing on paper, if she dared write it.

As if writing it down would make it more sincere. (The idea’s the important thing, she’d argue, but it was tricky when they as Christians were advised to bear good fruit. If a letter was mere intention, then how was she to convey her “here for you”-ness? Sporadic likes on Facebook?)

A letter was such an intimate thing, so easy to be misconstrued. She could not imagine writing to her high school friends, now in different states. Two were the types to draw, not write, and one tweeted letter-equivalents daily, and one didn’t speak English as a first language. It would be cruel to demand their care through media that did not suit them.

Besides, she would feel taxed finding all of the sincere, right things to say, and it would show, and the letters would dribble to a halt. If she stooped so low to write the same thing for each person to save time, then she might as well type and print – why stop there, why not just email the letters? Write the same words for everyone? How generic – it’s like reading horoscopes or blood type personality tests, in which the same blanket statements apply to one-twelfth or one-fourth of the entire population.

Yet, a love letter to many people is exactly what God wrote – and it achieved more than any individually addressed letter written by man.

“The Bible is like, God’s love letter,” one of the girls in her small group had remarked with amazement.

They had learned about God’s covenant in Genesis. He Himself was originator of the covenant, for He had promised and in promising had given words their true purpose as binding, contractual sounds. The vow did not bestow power on Him; He sanctified the vow to love you (and you, and you, and him, and her and that trans-person that you eye in class, aware of your prejudices jarring with your confused interpretation of His commands).

To imagine that she could write a love letter, and have it read out loud, and discussed and debated over by billions; to hear her loved ones openly sneer and claim that her love was not real, that she was not real; to have it distributed, copies upon copies, and have it to resonate with every reader – her feeble human courage could not possibly cope. How intentional must every single word be, how crafted each sentence, how secure its truth to convey such an emotion? She couldn’t do it and no author in the history of penpal-ship attempted; only He succeeded.

Only He could know each of us so well to write one letter that is so precise in its accuracy as to pierce all of our hearts with an arrow attached to a living, vibrating lifeline we call Jesus Christ.

Did it not hurt for him, that he could bear being so open? We

know that it hurt, because in order to complete the covenant, to write the New Testament He had to send His only son, and He turned away His face when Jesus cried My God why have you forsaken me on the cross. Was His love so consuming, then, that it overpowered any fear of having His love dismissed as not good enough? Or did He see so much to love in us that His love left no room for fear?

Sometimes she was cold to the love, and instead of asking for ears to hear and eyes to see and the wisdom to discern, she pleaded, please favor me. I know you love me, but you give the same love to everyone else. Please bless me more.

But that He had crafted the words to be individually internalized and eloquent in their universality was a cause for hope, not for petty jealousy. That so many people could feel the love effused by the Bible told her, in itself, that they were all wired to be entranced by the same fire, and so this commonality could span the sometimes formidable distance between her and others. Like a child that sees fireflies dancing and wants to bottle them up, as if trapping them would make the vivacity his, it was her right to her sinful, broken self to demand to intake His burning love, and for it to consume the worldly things obstructing her heart and turn them into ashes. She was meant to rise from them anew as a creature of His grace and walk among the people of this world, addled by the gratitude and by the fire in her eyes illuminating how He saw them, so that her love may overflow and writing love letters would not be taxing.

To love, and to be so whole in the loving that the rawness did not daunt, the rejection did not taunt - how wonderful was that?

The constant conversations in her life were dilutions of the real thing. Little wonder He did not talk in person, for not only would His glory overwhelm her, she would also misunderstand His speech, all meaning and none of the tentative falling-flat awkwardness of people, signaling,

Hi, can I reveal a bit of myself to you? Will you judge me weak and hurt me?

Can I take that chance?I’ll just say nothing at all, but we’ll still part as if we shared

something, because the world has given us plenty of templates for constant conversations.

She was scared, but believed that the fear would fall away and that she would land on the safe harbor of his promised vow. She believed that every letter she wrote could approach the clarity of regard that her penpal seemed to crave and to need to return. For He first had taken a chance and had written the greatest love letter anyway, had so much to say that the story had never stopped throughout the ages, and was slowly teaching her how to take a chance with love, unafraid. Christy Kim is a sophomore intending to major in Molecular Environmental

Biology with a minor in English, and hails from SoCal.

On which words can bridge the gap between people.


God is love.This is perhaps the most universal statement of Christendom; it is a glorious, marvelous truth. It has encouraged

and emboldened many hearts. Yet, in recent times Satan has mangled it into something revolting and blasphemous. Under the proud banner “God is Love,” both the heretics and the untaught are committing atrocious deeds. This must not be. It must not continue.

The violent distortion of this truth is the result of an unbiblical definition of love. In the modern English language, love has manifold dictionary definitions: (1) strong affection for another, (2) attraction based on sexual desire, and (3) warm attachment or devotion.1 Colloquially, to love someone means you’re willing to die for her, you can’t imagine life without her, and you feel good with her. Love is something fallen into, an indescribable euphoria, an unconditional affection, the pursuit of a lifetime, the willingness to do anything to make the beloved happy, the acceptance of the beloved no matter who or what they are.2 Yet each of these definitions is woefully inadequate, erroneous, and unbiblical because they define love to be, at its core, a feeling or an emotion. At its best, this feeling may occasionally lead to action, but as is clear from above, “love” is primarily sentiment.

But the Bible does not define love to be sentiment; biblical love (in Greek,3 agape) is the commitment to the good of the beloved demonstrated by self-sacrificial action. It is not merely affection or attraction. It is not merely emotion or experience. The Scriptures say that love is patient, is kind, rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.4 Patience, kindness, rejoicing, bearing, believing, hoping, and enduring are not mere emotions; they are attitudes of the heart demonstrated for the good of the beloved. To reduce love from such a glorious height to a loosely defined sentiment is to destroy the definition that God Himself has given.

God is LoveThe importance of a correct definition cannot be overstated. If love is defined incorrectly, then God is understood

incorrectly, for 1 John 4:8 says, “God is love.” There are many opinions about what this verse means. Some say that it means God is defined solely by love, or that God’s dominant attribute is love. Others say that it’s like a mathematical equation, and means: “Whatever God is, love is. Whatever love is, God is. ‘God is love’ means ‘love is God.’” However, all of these are fallacies, and spring from a misunderstanding of basic grammar.

To see this, think, “Love is patient.”5 What does this sentence mean? It cannot mean that love is defined solely by patience, for the verse continues and says, “love is kind.” Thus, “Love is patient,” must mean that patience is one attribute of love, not the sole attribute. It also cannot mean that patience is the dominant attribute of love, for the passage continues and lists seven other attributes that love is and nine attributes that love is not. Furthermore, it would be foolish to follow mathematical equality logic for these sentences and say, “‘Love is patient, love is kind’ means ‘patience is love and kindness is love.’ Thus patience is kindness.” Patience and kindness may be related, but they are not identical: patience is the capacity to forbear without distress and kindness is a disposition of friendliness and warmth. Both words are necessary to describe love.

In the same way, “God is love” does not mean that God is solely love. It does not mean that God’s dominant attribute is love. And, it does not mean that love is God. Rather, when 1 John 4:8 says, “God is love [agape],” it means that love is an attribute of God. But love is one of God’s attributes. Love must not be elevated above all His other attributes to be dominant if, in fact, it is not. It is gloriously true that God is love. At the same time, God is gloriously solitary, eternal, holy, sovereign, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, immutable, good, patient, merciful, gracious, wrathful, just, righteous, true, perfect, and infinite.6

In the Name of LoveKeith Fong, CONTRIBUTING WRITER



Combining this understanding of “God is love” with a biblical definition of love leads to this conclusion: God Himself is committed to the good of His beloved and demonstrates this love by self-sacrificial action.

God Demonstrates His Love in the CrossThe cross of Jesus Christ is the perfect demonstration of God’s

love. As the Scriptures say:We know love by this, that He laid down His life for us; ...By this

the love of God was manifested in us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world… In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. 7

This passage says “the love of God was manifested” by this: “God sent His only begotten Son into the world … to be the propitiation for our sins.” He did not love us because we loved Him; before the cross, we had no conception of love. Rather, He loved us first, and “demonstrates [presently, continually] His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”8 Through the cross, we can inherit unfathomable blessing: we can be forgiven of our trespasses and sins, established in a covenant-love relationship with God, saved by grace through faith, adopted as sons of God, called the righteous and holy ones, admitted into the God’s service for His kingdom and His glory, resurrected at the end of the age to eternal life, and given the blessings in the heavenly places in Christ for all eternity. How good is the Lord to His beloved! O, how blessed are those who know the love of God in Christ!

The cross is the pinnacle of God’s love toward us, the vivid picture that gives color to “God is love.” How can we know what love is? The cross. How do we know that God is love? The cross. How do we know that God loves us? The cross. It is the objective reality, the triumphant declaration of God’s love, the epitome of God demonstrating by self-sacrifice (His Son’s death) His commitment to the good of the beloved (us).

God Demonstrates His Wrath in the CrossThe cross is also the perfect demonstration of God’s wrath.

The above passage says that Jesus is “the propitiation for our sins.” Propitiation is a sacrifice that diverts divine wrath away from those that deserve it. On the cross, Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, was a wrath-bearing, substitutionary sacrifice who diverted the wrath of God against our sins away from us and onto Himself. God chose the bloody cross — a brutal torture device designed to extract as much excruciating, screaming pain as possible —to give us a tiny glimpse into the agony that Christ bore spiritually when He drank the cup of the wrath of God to satisfy God’s righteous

wrath.9 “God displayed [Jesus Christ] publically as propitiation in His blood… to demonstrate His righteousness.”10 This death, this blood, was the only way for sinners to be forgiven and for God’s holy wrath against sin to be satisfied. Sin deserves a punishment, and someone had to take that punishment; Jesus took it for us, so that we who have faith in Jesus could be forgiven and justified by the Justifier.11 How terrifying is the wrath of God against sin! O, how we should fear the One who has the authority to kill and then cast into hell!12

The cross of Jesus is the pinnacle of God’s wrath, the blow that takes our breath and reminds us it is “a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the living God.”13 How do we know that God is wrathful? The cross. How do we know that God is just? The cross. How do we know that God hates sin and will punish it as it deserves? The cross. It is the objective reality, the resolute proclamation that God always has been and always will be the Just.14

InseparableIt is unpopular to clearly affirm both the soft and the hard

truths of the Bible. “Christianity is about love!” some cry. “And love is about acceptance and tolerance of all people, no matter who they are. You are unloving if you disagree!” Yes, Christianity is about the love of God revealed in Jesus Christ. Yes, it is about acceptance and tolerance. But that is not the end of the story. The soft (love, mercy, graciousness) and the hard (wrath, righteousness, justice) truths of Christianity are inseparable. Here are two reasons: (1) God is inseparable and (2) the love and wrath of the cross are inseparable.

The soft and hard truths of Christianity are inseparable because God is inseparable. God is righteous, just, loving, and merciful. It is not “either/or” but “both/and.” He is the God who displays His righteousness by punishing sin, and the God who displays His mercy by forgiving sinners.15 He is the God who demonstrates His love by welcoming those made righteous by the blood of Christ into heaven16 and the God who demonstrates His wrath by casting those guilty of their sins into the eternal, fiery hell.17 He is the God of both kindness and severity.18 We should worship Him as He is, for who He is, for to worship any other notion of God is to set up a false, unbiblical god and commit idolatry.19

Also, the soft and hard truths of Christianity are inseparable because the love and wrath in the cross are inseparable. The very sufferings that point to God’s great love for sinners simultaneously point to His wrath and just requirement for sin. As shown above, in one breath 1 John 4:10 speaks of both love and wrath in the cross. Furthermore, if God only wanted to demonstrate His love for us, why did it have to be through crucifixion? If God only

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wanted to demonstrate His love for us, why did Jesus have to be pierced by thorns in His head, lashed with a whip until unrecognizable, maligned, scorned, beaten, spit upon, and nailed? It is inexplicable save for the wrath of God against sin. God displayed Jesus as a propitiation to demonstrate both His own righteousness and His love for us.

You cannot take only the soft; to do so is to preach a false cross and a false gospel. To be a Christian is to take God as He is. To trust in the cross of Jesus Christ as the only means of salvation is to take it as it is. Anything less is arrogance, blasphemy, and heresy.

In the Name of Love and In the Name of GodGod is love. It is a solid, concrete, and defined truth. God loves His people, is committed to their good, and demonstrates

this love chiefly in the sacrifice of the cross. As He loves, He upholds His wrath and justice. As those who trust in the Savior who died for the love of God and the wrath of God, we must imitate Him and uphold both love and justice.

Thus, we cannot in the name of love or in the name of God affirm what He has clearly taught to be sin. We cannot in the name of love or in the name of God be devoted to something that He hates. We cannot be silent about what He has spoken loudly on. We cannot contort Scripture into a thing of our making. If we do, we make a mockery of the God who is love, and of the cross upon which the Savior died.

Thus, we must, in the name of love and in the name of God, live in light with His full character. We must, in the name of love and in the name of God, preach the entire message of salvation: that sinners destined for an eternal hell can be saved only through the forgiveness purchased for them by Christ on the cross. We must preach this gospel as Jesus and His apostles preached it. We must declare “the whole purpose of God”20 from His inspired Word — even those things that make others and ourselves uncomfortable, and especially the things that we as sinners don’t tend to like. We must demonstrate our love for people by committing to their ultimate, eternal, good and sacrifice our time, money, and resources for them, in prayer, evangelism, and ministry.

We must love. God is love. May you love as He does.

(Endnotes)1 “Love,” Merriam-Webster, accessed March 5, 2013, http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/love.2 “Love,” Urban Dictionary, accessed March 5, 2013, http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=love3 I am aware that English versions translate several different Greek words as “love.” Yet, here I am discussing only the most important type of “love,” for which the authors of Scriptures purposely used “agape.” This is the type of love I wish to discuss in this article.4 1 Corinthians 13:4, 6-75 1 Corinthians 13:4-136 It would benefit all people to know of the attributes of the God as revealed in the Scriptures. Books that I’ve personally found profitable on this subject: The Attributes of God by A.W. Pink, Knowing God by J.I. Packer, The Knowledge of the Holy by A.W. Tozer7 1 John 3:16, 1 John 4:9–108 Romans 5:89 Luke 22:41-4410 Romans 3:2511 Romans 3:2612 Luke 12:513 Hebrews 10:3114 Romans 3:2615 Exodus 34:6-716 1 Thessalonians 4:13-1717 Revelation 20:15-21:4, Mark 9:4818 Romans 11:2819 Exodus 20:3-620 Acts 20:1721 Ephesians 4:1522 I am indebted to Frank Gan, Derek Wong, and Abigail Shim, for they were instrumental the conception, writing, and editing of this article.

Keith Fong is a sinner saved by the grace and the love of God in Jesus Christ. He is blessed to be a member of Evangel Bible Church of Berkeley, and a soon-

to-be alum from UC Berkeley.


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It’s 2:04 A.M. The sky has darkened long ago, leaving only the pale wash of moonlight. Yet, rather than climbing up to my bunk bed and settling down for a night’s rest, I’m sitting

in front of a blank Word document, attempting to write an article for To an Unknown God. Vague ideas drift into my mind, flit half-formed through my nerves, sparking effervescently—flashes of brightness, of perhaps-brilliance, of potential that is never fulfilled. My fingers remain still on the keyboard.

It’s 2:31 A.M. I want to write an article about Moses, one of my favorite Bible characters, but all I’ve written is a paragraph about how I’m not writing. With an impatient sigh, I flip to Exodus and reread the familiar words detailing how Moses came to be drawn out of the river by the Pharaoh’s daughter. It was truly God’s providence that allowed him to be saved from the Pharaoh’s decree that all Hebrew male infants be drowned. I recall the dramatic scene of the basket bearing Moses, buffeted by dangerous waves and snapping jaws, from Dreamworks’ The Prince of Egypt. While not wholly accurate, this movie encouraged me to read the Bible for myself as I eagerly poured over every word in Exodus at ten years old. How I came to Moses is, perhaps, God’s providence as well.

Even as I’ve grown older, his story has been one that I go back to time and time again. After joining TAUG, I thought writing an article about what Moses’ story meant to me would be a good idea. I want to write about how he doubted God and was weak and unfaithful, yet he still became God’s instrument in leading the Israelites out of Egypt.

Though the Lord commanded Moses, “’So now, go. I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt’” (Exodus 3:10 NIV), Moses had replied in doubt: “‘Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?’” (Exodus 3:11 NIV). Even after God has shown Moses His power, Moses still said, “‘Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant’” (Exodus 4:10 NIV).

But how? I’m no great writer. The black bar on my word document blinking back at me agrees, taunting me at the end of every sentence as if saying, “Seriously? Did you just write that?” The only things I’ve written are essays, pedantic and

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uninspiring, read only by English teachers whose only comments were a letter scrawled in red at the top. Am I really supposed to expect that others might read my article and think that it’s actually meaningful?

“The Lord said to him, ‘Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say” (Exodus 4:11-12 NIV).

But why me? There are so many better writers out there—why am I even presumed to have the skill to write about something as important as God? My pointer hovers over the red “x” in the corner. Surely, someone else on this planet has already written a much more articulate article about Moses. The points I want to make are not particularly insightful or brilliant, after all.

“Then the Lord’s anger burned against Moses and he said, ‘What about your brother, Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well. He is already on his way to meet you…” (Exodus 4:14 NIV).

In fact, when I had told my sister about my ideas, seeking help, she had immediately pointed out something that I had not considered—that Moses was only able to become an instrument for God by ultimately being obedient. I had only thought about how God used Moses despite his insecurities. What my sister said, however, was true. Ultimately, God didn’t force Moses into his journey to free the Israelites. Somewhere along the way, Moses had to submit and learn to trust in God.

“So Moses took his wife and sons, put them on a donkey and started back to Egypt. And he took the staff of God in his hand” (Exodus 4:20 NIV).

I finally put words to my tenuous thoughts, arranging them into sentences and paragraphs as I faced the blank desert of the Word document. But I can see it filling as I type, text following a no longer unanswered command. In spite of all my doubts, God has led me to Moses and TAUG, has called me to write for His glory, and has sent me help. So I will write.

It’s 3:27AM, and the darkness is lit up by the steady glow of my laptop. My fingers fly across the keyboard.


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Chloe Ng is a 1st year English and Media Studies double major who loves stories of all sorts.


Micaela Walker, STAFF WRITER

It would be easy for someone to gauge how much I’ve enjoyed a book by examining its pages. My favorite books are filthy with brackets and underlines, cluttered with exclamation points and question marks jotted into the margins. I’ve drawn hearts next to bleak and beautiful passages of Hemingway,

double underlined paragraphs of Tolstoy’s prose and in bursts of frenzied emotion, furiously scribbled commentary into the margins of the editorial section of The Daily Cal. When I began reading Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis, I expected much of the same; a few moments of discovery, an “Aha!” here and there and, if it’s really good, something that might alter the way I see the world. But after finishing Book One of the two-book novel, I realized I hadn’t scribbled a single line. Passages of this story spoke such truth that I had squirmed, tried to turn away and ultimately forgot to breathe as my pen sat idly beside me. It felt as if Lewis had written the story solely for me and to underline those passages would be to acknowledge my union with the jealous and prideful narrator, to recognize the wicked nature that we share. The task of examining my life in such a way was more difficult than writing “No, you’re wrong!” on a copy of the newspaper before throwing it away. But obviously Lewis didn’t write it only for me and I think it will make you squirm a little too. The writer and Christian apologist G.K. Chesterson wrote,

“Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity1” and Till We Have Faces is this sort of necessary fiction that doesn’t only alter our perspective but has the power to call into question who we are and what we live for. I had been familiar with Lewis’ uncanny ability to slice directly into what lies in the human heart

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from his works Mere Christianity and The Screwtape Letters, but I was unprepared for the richness of his story of one woman’s misplaced love couched within a retelling of the Greek myth of Cupid and Psyche. Though it remains one of his lesser-known works, Lewis considered this complex and multi-layered novel his best. The story is told from the point-of-view of Orual, Psyche’s ugly older sister who is mounting her case against the gods for the misery they’ve caused in her life. Though its setting is primitive Europe and the characters royal, you should read this book because Orual’s story is our story. The first book ends with Orual questioning the gods, “Why silence?” she asks, but receives no response. While she attempts to cover the ugliness of her face with a veil and the ugliness of her failures with success, glory, and respect, inside she remains the same wretched Orual. She destroys the people she loves and causes the death of a man she believes herself to be in love with because of her selfishness and inability to see beyond herself and notice their more significant needs. Orual’s neglect of personal

relationships is poignant, especially in light of recent descriptions criticizing our society as suffering from a “Narcissism Epidemic”2. If we, like Orual, devote endless energy to cultivating images of ourselves as successful and respected individuals, we will quickly disregard the depth of pain those around us suffer. When Orual questions the gods about the purpose of her anguish and the seeming meaninglessness of life, the reader can’t help but support her in her resentment. Why would the gods make her suffer such loneliness? Why would they tempt her and lead her into destruction? Why would they refuse to give her an answer? But in reality, Orual’s questioning is born of stubbornness and a refusal to bow to anyone’s will but her own. She refuses to recognize the power of anyone above herself, especially a god’s, and her relentless interrogations only serve as weak justification so that she may avoid the truth—that in fact, she is responsible for the tragedies that plague her life and the heartbreak of the people around her. Orual is devastatingly relatable—that certain ugliness which resides within her resides within me too, and I think most have experienced this internal struggle. That’s what makes Lewis’ portrayal so convicting and why it was so difficult for me to acknowledge my union with her by underlining those passages. Lewis has made Orual into the perfect picture of sinful man and she is intimately relatable to each of us because we have all fallen short of righteousness and missed the mark. I would naturally like to ignore Orual, distance myself from this lustful, greedy and prideful character in an attempt to mask my own evil, but I don’t have to. I can recognize my unity with her because I’ve been given a way out. In Book One during a moment of tragedy, one of the king’s soldiers laments, “I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.” Though his question doesn’t receive an answer, Christians can say with confidence and joy that God does know what it feels like to be a man. He knows what it is to be born a lowly birth, live a perfect life and die the worst death (2 Corinthians 5:21). He knows how it is to feel forsaken and lonely (Matthew 27:46) and because of Him we need not hide behind our veils, we can remove them without fear of rejection or condemnation (Romans 8:1). He takes our dirty rotten insides—our lust, greed, pride and guilt and makes them pure as snow (Isaiah 1:18). For though all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, through faith in Christ Jesus we have been justified freely by His grace. And when we ask the Lord,

“Why silence?” He need not give us an answer because, as Orual finally comes to understand, “Before your face questions die away.”

1 Chesterton, G. K. The Defendant. London: J.M. Dent & Sons, 1901. Print. 2 Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell, The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement. Free Press, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 2009. Print.

Micaela is a first-year Comparative Literature major who is diligently completing her quest to visit each library on campus and every coffee shop in Berkeley


The PeniTenT, Sometimes she doubted, she confessed, the existence of God. Through the lattice and the shadows her voice was disembodied, and I struggled to respond with forgiveness or even comfort, but the words fled from me, perversely withholding the hope of reconciliation in favor of revelation, as if she were just a player in a tragedy. And sometimes she doubted, her voice continued, with hardly any breath left to support it, if there were any value in doubting at all. Then in that moment the silence was perfect, and I couldn’t break it, but I confess, I answered, let me try.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.Bless me Father, for I have read my poem as a parable or a fable

or a fiction or I’ve lied. t

At first I didn’t understand why I was crying, until I realized it was for the death at the end of the story, and then the tears wouldn’t stop coming and I couldn’t catch my breath long enough to explain myself to those asking the matter, and besides I couldn’t just say it was for some words in some book. Some suggested that it was a mental breakdown which was probably true because even grief is a disorder now, but it was just as true that because I had never truly understood pain before, when it finally found an opportunity to surface it incapacitated me mercilessly and unrelentingly. Everyone has some number of tears they must shed in the course of their lifetime, and though emotions can be delayed for a little while there always comes a point when they cannot be suspended any longer, because tears never simply evaporate and deaths never simply fade away. However much time had passed before I realized that it really was just a story, meaning that nothing had actually happened, meaning that there had never even been a death, it had always been too late because my tears had already fallen so dearly.

Bless me Father, for I have feigned not understanding when not knowing what to say.

Bless me Father, for I have mourned a murder less than a murder in a story.

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The painting was titled The Resurrection of the Christ and we two complete strangers had been sitting so long before it that on no fewer than three occasions did tourists and tour guides alike approach us to ensure that we were still okay, and of course we were, in every way possible save that of understanding the sight that transfixed us, merely a series of black vertical lines on a yellowing canvas. But perhaps it was less bafflement that we didn’t know what it meant than astonishment that we did, or hope that by our staring it would dissolve into nothing more than paint and paper, like a word that loses its meaning when repeated interminably. And though it is impossible to outstare an inanimate object, meaning finally we had to admit defeat, the first things we said to each other were: Can you believe that some would elevate so highly such an audacious work of fraud?, and simultaneously: Can you believe that we supposed for so long that this was comprehensible? We gaped for a long moment before both turning away, shamefaced in our lies and each much too afraid to ask what the other was really talking about.

Bless me Father, for I have written homilies to say the words that I expound are meaningless.

Bless me Father, for I have never and would never give them from the pulpit during Mass.

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Whatever we believed in, I thought that at least we believed in the same manner, meaning scientifically, rationally, taking account of all the facts, and though we didn’t believe we could ever be absolutely certain of anything, we agreed to always believe according to the best evidence available. So I didn’t understand what had happened when, after finally encountering perfect and incontrovertible proof against our faith, only one of us stopped believing while the other, though acknowledging that yes, it was true that we had been wrong this whole time, said that being wrong didn’t mean we had to change our minds. Faith was so much more than a simple truth proposition in that it was the essential condition of being human, so it would always be worth cherishing, and however this sounded still it somehow was right. And this wasn’t some kind of mental doublethink or ironic post-

Wesleigh Anderson, STAFF WRITER

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The PeniTenT, post-modern form of faith because both of us were just as sincere as before, and if one of us was just as misguided, there still was really no difference between us because whatever we believed in, at least we now both believed in our choosing, if not both in our being changed.

Bless me Father, for I have longed for another church where I liked the music better.Bless me Father, for I have sought after another heaven to

avoid a former lover.t

The meaning of my poem concerned the speaker realizing he was merely the speaker of a written work, and thus his hopes, his aspirations, his hesitations, his insecurities were all created by some author in pursuit of whatever was the ultimate purpose of the text. Of course his author cared for him, as deeply as any author can care about any character, but there was no escaping the conclusion that if everything was made

out of someone else’s words, then the words he thought he had been given had actually never belonged to him, nor been true. When he asked his author if he would ever come to a resolution, he was offered two potential endings, one in which it didn’t matter because he decided to ignore all this and simply keep on living, and the other in which it didn’t matter because the author decided to edit these concerns out of his thoughts. And one of these was a comedy and one was a tragedy and it wasn’t clear which was which, nor was it clear that it made any difference either way, but regardless of whether it could be answered surely the question would always remain worth asking.

Bless me Father, for I have tried in a poem to change a river’s course and I couldn’t bear to do it.

Bless me Father, for I have changed God’s name, whom I then loved all the more for it.

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Wesleigh Anderson dedicates this poem to you, who likewise, perhaps, are trying.

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Sitting dejectedly on the hospital bed,Watching tubes of blood draining from my body,An IV in my arm, pumping pain killers My head in a fog. I looked in the mirror.There was a strange, unrecognizable face.

Coming home, barely able to walkToo little blood in my bodyFainting every time I stood up.No feeling in my face.For the first time,I could do nothing for myselfUnable to eatTalkSmile.

Despair came for a visit.“Give up faith. Throw away hope.Things will never change.” The darkest hours.But then I would wake up To my baby brother Climbing in next to meSolemnly trying to read me his little picture bookPatting my hand with his little onePraying his little prayers when silent tears would fall down my faceTrying to give me his love in the simple little ways he understood.

My other brother, sitting with me to talkEven though I could not say anything back.Watching movies next to me at nightCatching me when I would try to stand and faint.

Marissa Lee, STAFF WRITER

faith, hope, & LOVE“And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” -1 Corinthians 13:13

My parents bringing water, medicine, clean towelsStaying up all hours of the night Talking to me, patting my damp hairBringing life and lightAnd I could not do anything in returnNot even smileOr say a simple, “Thank you.”

All I could do was just receive love. Tears coursing down my cheeks,I truly understood LoveLove in its highest form.Love that gives and gives When the other has nothing to give in return.Love that keeps steady and full To nothing but a broken mess.

Unconditional love

This love inspires hope.This love renews faith. This love gently draws out our brokenness.This love drives us to our kneesThis love overwhelms us with our unworthinessAnd this love overcomes us with thankfulness.This love is the story of God and us.

Love bears all thingsHopes all thingsEndures all things.

Love never fails.

Faith, Hope, and LoveBut the greatest of these is Love.1

11 Corinthians 13


She is love. She sees herself from the eyes of others,carrying the words and staresthat mold and pierce her heartShe displays others’ love.

She is love.She follows the fads, living on the fleeting promises of the mediapraising a cultureand systemthat defines her identityShe lives in others’ love.

It is love.This so-called love is the perfect fabrication The love she worships and empowerssees her as a mere testimony of its man-made powerfeeds from her longing for affirmationto build itself up

But He is a greater,a different kind of love.He carries and praises her.He knows her heart in a greater,a different kind of love.

He is love.

A differentkind of love

faith, hope, & LOVE“And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” -1 Corinthians 13:13

Elsie Cheang, STAFF WRITER



COMPLETERachael Shen, CONTRIBUTING WRITER

“Complete” is a translation of the Hebrew name Gomer, who was the wife of whoredom God commanded the prophet Hosea to marry as a picture of how God married himself to Israel and was faithful to Israel even through her disappointing infidelity. The same picture applies to us today as Christ died for his Bride, the

Church. It is an encouragement and a caution to strive to maintain faithfulness to our Heavenly Lover.Inspired by Hosea’s story in his book of the Bible and this video series on Hosea’s Love Story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyWWXSwtPP0.

I saw him from across the crowded room,And instantly I knew he would be special to me.It was obvious that he was a man of God,And he came to me.

I had been mixed up with other lovers.I was known to cheaply give my love away.Unwaveringly, he looked at me.And he came to me.

There was no way he could not have known.I was infamous and notorious.I gave myself away to whoever would have me.And he came to me.

It was like he knew exactly where to find me.I knew neither where he came from nor what he did for a living.I was in the midst of my carousing,And he came to me.

I could scarcely be called a lady,But he was the perfect gentleman.He got down on one knee with a box in hand,And he came to me.

I was bewildered by his proposal.I never expected anyone to do such a thing for me.I did not feel deserving or worthy - nor was I.And he came to me.

I accepted his surprising offer without much thinking.He slipped the flashing diamond on my finger.He whispered of marriage in my ear,And he came to me.

He married me in a beautiful ceremony,From all around, people came to witness it.He smiled at me with his dazzling smile.And he came to me.

He took me away on our honeymoon.He spoiled me with an exotic and extravagant trip.

He gave me everything I was scared to wish for.And he came to me.

One morning, he was gone for some errand.I looked out and laid eyes on another man.

I betrayed the one I married with this other man,And he came to me.

I was ashamed and embarrassed of my mistake.I did not think he could forgive me or love me again.

I ran away as far as I could from him,And he came to me.

I could not meet his eyes or accept his embrace,There was no way he would take me back after what I did.

I left him again and went back to my old life.And he came to me.

I returned to my other lovers from before,I indulged myself and gave into gluttony.

I tried to forget the mirage of marriage I had left behind.And he came to me.

I tried to run away and hide from him,I tried to forget his goodness and kindness and gentleness,

I tried to go back to being cheap and easy.And he came to me.

I was in trouble with no way out and no one to turn to.Unexpectedly he rescued me from my troubles,

He tenderly took me back and embraced me.And he came to me.

Despite how far I ran away from him,And despite how despicably I had treated him,

And despite how little I did to repay him,He came to me.


Infinite and bottomlessEnveloping me, consuming meEternal and agelessOverwhelming me, humbling me.

Nothing else in this world will ever be enoughHow could anything even compareTo the great sacrifice You made on that crossI know I’m called to share

I can’t keep quiet, keep it to myselfFor everyone deserves to hearAnd have a chance to experienceThis rare and unfailing love

In your arms, there’s no need to be afraidI’m safe in your embraceA Savior, Friend, Protector Leading me to the Way

For You are the WayThe Truth and the LifeYou are all I needAnd You are all I want.

“Everything”Katherine Chung, STAFF WRITER

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the darkness settleseverything fades

what matters anymoremy accomplishments pale

my thoughts speakthe irony of life

is how much we tryonly to fail

why worth tryingwhy is it worth

giving an effort at allthe meaninglessness of life

encompasses us all

My love showers you,Gives you purpose.Live for My glory—That is why you try.

You think that’s failure?I see it as perfect.

Part of My Plan for you,Open your eyes.

what about the things I desirewhat about the things I crave

humble myselfthat’s harder than it seems

Release your desires.Submit to My Will.

Don’t look elsewhere.My Love is enough.

LUMINOUS IN THE VOIDJames Won, STAFF WRITER


James Won, STAFF WRITER

"Therefore, the One whom you worship without knowing, Him I proclaim to you."

(Acts 17:23)


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