the love of a sinful woman

I recently read a beautiful depiction of Mary, the woman who ran wildly around in search of love but finally found it at the feet of Jesus. I didn't realize that I am that woman. I sell and demand love from everyone but the one who matters. A way to describe her love is explosive. What do I mean? She was so thankful to Jesus that she wanted to anoint Him with expensive perfume, but everything went wrong. Her emotions started to rise and she couldn’t hold back her tears. You don’t plan to cry, unless you’re an actor or actress. She just wanted to anoint Him with perfume but she started to cry and couldnt stop herself. She used her hair to wipe His feet, her face was probably covered in thick makeup. A pool of tears, muddy hair, a broken jar, spilt perfume. She was a self-forgetful mess. She exploded. Emotions, tears, hair, it was an uncontrollable explosion. The whole scene resulted from the explosion of her heart in response to the explosive love given by Jesus Christ. Do you love like that? Is the love that you give to Jesus explosive? Is it a love that you cant help but to express? A love in which theres no way to contain it? Do you love like that? When grace goes in, worship comes out. When grace goes in, tears come out

the greatest.. really

Wimbledon Final 2008 Nadal Vs. Federer from Whizkid One on Vimeo.

paris je t'aime

i miss paris

Fleet Foxes - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

beirut

its been a long long long long time since we smiled and i will let go of my fears my time and in a year maybe this will work out but its been a long since we smiled

i am giddy and this wave will pass im sure but i'm happy so enjoy

the most easily told part of my trip so far

Yesterday I went to the french open.

We left the Hotel Castille around 10:30 because I overslept. It was a long metro ride to Dauphine, where we bought tickets from an American woman. She and her husband have lived and worked in paris for 3 years. Their apartment in Dauphine kind of mademe homesick- CNN was on, folded laundry sat on the couch ready for room drop off, random potted plants littered their living room- these were emblems of stability and ritual with which our cushy hotel lifestyle (2 hotels in less than a week) failed to give us. Anyways, after that we took the bus (which is free in Paris... i think) a few blocks down to Roland Garros. True to our Parisian way, we got off the wrong stop subsequently got lost and had to ask for directions. Parlez-vous anglais si vous plait? Where is roland garros?



This sign was the first thing I saw. pretty cool, it gives you the distances to go for the other three grand slams. ALso, all the ladies were given white long stemmed roses throughout the day as it was the women's semis but i left mine in the stadium.





This was our view. Interestingly, people don't show up until midway through first match. And if you leave at any part of the match, you can't return to your seat until the end of each game which can take quite awhile. I have a vid clip of it but will upload another time maybe b/c blogger is too slow





This is Safina, but the match between Ivanovic and Jankovic was the best. I was crushing on Ivanovic with the rest of the crowd. Even if she celebrates her fist too much. Jelena called her out that too.. jealously. haha, sadly no one cheered for her.



Proof the above aren't google images. Ah, friends, can't wait to demolish u in 10is ;)

discuss.

not even half marathon

i woke up extremely early this morning prepared to walk on to the ING marathon (See several posts below) In the back of my mind i knew it was unlikely because there isn't day-of registration, but i packed my gear, change of clothes, etc and headed to lindbergh to meet my fellow racers. me, ewong, mike, jonathan, and about 10000 others runners rode the marta to centennial park. we arrived really late and as expected i couldn't sneak on (also later turned out i forgot my running shoes which made me feel dumb) but it worked out because i got to check in friends' gears so they could begin their 13 mile trek on time.

how boring. and freaking cold. after meandering different booths in the park for a long time, i entered a holiday inn but quickly exited because the music started blaring meaning ppl were finishing. unfortunately, i only cheered for strangers because apparently my friends ran so fast i missed their finishes. weird. i still dont understand how i didn't see them. anyways, man wish them congrats, mike, ewong, and jonathan. so fast we made it to church 2

speaking of churches, jca is planting its #2 somewhere at georgia tech for the young adults. i don't know how i feel about the church plant... probably because it won't affect me much. isuppose it matters if i decide to stay in atlanta and transition to the new church. to a YA. to a nobody. weird!