The past 72 hours has been a whirl of interviews, deliberation, and debating. Perhaps I can rightfully call ourselves a bunch of college kids taking ourselves way too seriously, but I know there’s a greater purpose to where I find myself with the Asian American community at UIUC today. This weekend has come with a realization that next year needs to be fraught, gutted, and padded with prayer for the Taiwanese American Students Club (TASC). I was just elected to be President for next year. It was a scary proposition that I prayed through and it is a daunting year that lays ahead. And DANG, prayers are not done.

My prayer is that I would love this group of flippin’ cool people, brought together by powerful hands, knitted by His grace and all-knowing love. 

My prayer is that I would give up all pretenses of my own very human ambitions and have Him reveal His Son in me. More of Him and less of me. I really want that.

My prayer is that He would be glorified in my ineptitude. Through all the twists and turns, and the inevitable scrapes and burns, may I turn to Him for joy, strength, wisdom, and grace. 

“For Christ sent me not to baptize, but to preach the gospel.” 1 Corinthians 1:17

 

TASC at ITASA Midwest 2008 @ Northwestern University. Yes. We roll deep.

Oswald Chambers in My Utmost For His Highest says “The one passion of Paul’s life was to proclaim the Gospel of God. He welcomed heartbreaks, disillusionments, tribulation, for one reason only, because these things kept him in unmoved devotion to the Gospel of God.” 

Yikes. Where is my comfort rhetoric, mang? But this is truth. I want to walk that path, unmoved in my devotion to His good, sweet news.