Goodbye, InterVarsity

I arrived at the University of Michigan in the fall of 2000 as a naïve, eager 17-year-old. I spent my first week on campus doing the standard litany of Welcome Week activities: getting as much free food as possible from all the student organizations hosting events, traveling everywhere in a pack of 10, going to see if fraternity parties lived up to the hype. College was the best.

And then classes started, and I quickly learned that college was not the best. College was a lot of work. More importantly, college could be incredibly lonely, especially for a new freshman. I had plenty of friends on campus from high school and my home church, but they were all busy doing their own thing, taking their own classes, starting their own lives. I was meeting tons of new people, but you could only go so deep in a few weeks. I’ve never enjoyed drinking, which ruled out a significant amount of weekend activity. I remember climbing into my lofted bed on a Saturday night in September and listening to the sounds of people walking and laughing outside my window, heading south on State Street toward Sigma Chi; I pulled the covers to my chin, folded my hands on my chest, and blinked into the dark. I had never felt more alone.

The first six weeks of college were hard. But then a remarkable thing happened: I went to a dinner hosted by Chinese Christian Fellowship (now Asian InterVarsity), one of the three InterVarsity chapters on campus. I’d been attending their weekly events, trying to figure out how I fit into this mass of people with whom I had at least two things in common, but nothing had really clicked. On this particular evening, though, a junior named Kelly invited me to sit with her and a handful of other freshmen I had never seen before. We clicked. These girls became my small group and my closest friends on campus. They were the ones who turned college around for me.

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Franklin Graham and the Belief in a Just World

On Sunday, Franklin Graham — a prominent evangelical, the son of Billy Graham and heir to his evangelistic organization — tweeted the following message, along with a corresponding Facebook post:


I read this tweet — or, more accurately, some exasperated responses to it — that night and sighed. This was not the first time that Graham had essentially blamed the victims of police brutality for the violence they incurred, but it was the clearest, most succinct illustration of his belief in a just world and how problematic that belief is.

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Recording of “An Asian American Christian Perspective on Race”

In May, I spoke about Asian Americans and race at City Church San Francisco.  The audio recording has been posted here.

My friend Jeff made this helpful outline, if you want a sense of what I discussed:

Intros, Group Convo, and Caveats – 0:00

Interpretation and Application of Galatians 3:28 – 14:30
Interpretation of Luke 4 – 19:26

Slavery in the US – 22:14
Post-Emancipation – 29:45
Post-Depression – 34:20

Immigration, Anti-Asian legislation, Internment – 43:24
Model Minority Myth – 51:00

Cultural Value of Harmony – 54:50
Anti-Black Racism in Asia and Asian America – 58:09
Diversity in Asian America – 60:56
How We Are Privileged – 65:00
How We Are Not Privileged – 76:15

Middle Minority Ethics (inc. Peter Liang) – 78:42
What we can do differently – 86:05
A Hopeful Note for APA efforts… – 93:00

Further Reading/Learning – 95:05
Q&A – 98:15

Shame on You, Wayne Grudem

Dr. Grudem,

On Thursday, you posted a piece called “Why Voting for Donald Trump Is a Morally Good Choice,” in which you encouraged Christians to vote for the Republican nominee — a candidate you denounced less than six months ago.  I found the article to be abhorrent, especially coming from someone who claims, as you do in the piece, to be an expert on Christian ethics.

I have no objection to a look-at-the-alternative argument.  Though I disagree with your conclusion and much of what you use as supporting evidence, an election is ultimately a choice between alternative scenarios, and arguing that the other option is worse is a perfectly acceptable way to make your case.

I do object to…

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Becoming a Mom Transformed My Relationship with Mine

Every now and then, when I’m on the phone with my mom, I’ll mention something that I’m not looking forward to doing. Going to the DMV, perhaps, or needing to initiate a conversation that has the potential to be unpleasant.

My mother will respond: “Well, you just have to do it.”

“MOM,” I’ll say, rolling my eyes heavenward, immediately reverting to the 16-year-old version of myself. Obviously I have every intention of finding a dentist, I’ll say in a huff; I’m simply commenting that I’m not looking forward to it. I do not need to be reminded or convinced that it needs to be done.

“Okay,” she’ll say, in a way that I can’t quite read. Has she heard me? Does she really think that I’m considering not taking my car to the dealership for a safety recall? I don’t want to tell her that a more helpful response would be “Oh, that stinks” or “I don’t like doing that either.” She’s my Asian mom, after all, and I’m not sure how she would receive that kind of direction from anyone, let alone her child.

In hindsight, I think I subconsciously expected these conversations to increase after I had a baby. The world of new parenthood, I was told, was full of doing things that are tedious and unpleasant but need to be done anyway. I imagined that when I talked with my mom, three time zones away, about how I was doing, I would be hearing a lot more “Well, you just have to do its” and doing a lot more eye-rolling.

That I have yet to hear this refrain once, nine months in, is testament to how much has changed between us.

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