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A Matter of Silence

  A friend of mine, Luke, was getting married. I wanted to tell him to stop. Luke and I were both in grad school when we became good friends. We both were in our early thirties. I was already married and had a little son. Luke was alone. Then Luke met Allurez, a new grad student from Bangladesh. It was crazy, really. Allurez told her professor that she was lonely. The professor said, “Hey, Luke is also lonely and single. Why don’t you two meet?” And so they met. Soon they started dating, and soon they were engaged. I wanted to tell Luke not to do it. At Super Big and Famous University (SBFU), we graduate students had our own working area called the “bullpen,” where our cubicles were located. Most days it was just me. When you are the only person using a big space most of the time, your perception of the space heightens, and you can tell who else is there. A small change becomes profound and impossible to ignore. I was like that after 3 years of being the lone occupant of th...
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Jesus Tricked Us

 In His final meal, Jesus said,  “Truly, I say to you, I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.” (Mark 14:25) What does He mean by that? “I will not eat nor drink again until …” is what people in this culture say to express their utmost determination. E.g. “I will not eat nor drink again until I get back the 20 bucks from Timmy!” So by saying what He said, Jesus basically said, “I’m never gonna give you up.” Jesus Rickrolled us.

The Doors Aren’t Locked from the Outside: My Thoughts on Universalism

  I see my loved ones becoming universalists one after another. Universalism is one of those doctrines that keeps coming back around, partly because it offers a kind of moral relief. The idea is that in the end, God will save everyone, believers and non-believers alike, because His love will not allow anyone to be lost forever. I understand the impulse. I am tempted by it. If you care about God’s goodness, if you’ve sat with the brutal realities of human suffering and human blindness, it is not hard to see why many would want this so much to be true. But when I try to approach this by turning to the Scripture and focusing on its narrative logic, I keep running into a different theme. The Bible does not merely portray sin as a mistake that eventually gets corrected. It portrays sin as a posture: a self-exalting refusal to worship God. And it portrays judgment, often, as God confirming what a person has chosen to become. In C.S. Lewis’s book The Problem of Pain he wrote, “the doors ...

Terrible Song, But Rejoicing Anyway?

  I went to church. The worship leader smiled and said, “Today we’ll teach you a new song!” Here we go again. “HALLE!” A pause. “LUJAH!” What a terrible song. Then the song continued as a remix of Amazing Grace . Now it felt insulting. Are we, as Christians, supposed to enjoy a worship service no matter what? The people in the front row were just jamming it out. Was that what I was supposed to do? We hear about Christians with abundant joy in their hearts and on their faces, made possible by their strong faith in Christ. Is that what this is about – to be a strong believer is to rejoice in any worship song, Philippians 1:18 style? I think it’s objectively true that some songs are “better” than others. To go one step further, some genres are more suitable for certain purposes than others. The most popular song at a rave is probably not going to be well received at a funeral. At what point do we decide that a worship song is “not good enough”? Langu...

Superman, Crashed and Burned

  For generations, Superman stood as the cultural blueprint for the ideal man. He embodied strength paired with restraint, courage guided by conscience, confidence anchored in humility. He was the man who could lift mountains yet chose gentleness, who could rule the world yet chose to serve it. Boys looked up to him not just for his powers, but for his virtues, a model of what a man could aspire to be at his best. But that man is no more. The new Superman (2025) movie opens with a stunning reversal of everything he once represented. The first image we see is not steadiness or strength but helplessness: Superman, bloodied and defeated, sprawled face-down in the snow, crying out for help. His dog, Krypto, arrives, not as a loyal companion, but as a chaotic, disobedient force that bounces on his injured body, worsening his wounds, then drags him for miles across the frozen ground like a captive in an old Western. Our first encounter with this new Superman is not inspiration: it i...