Asian American Christians should be in uproar…
Blog #1 – http://profrah.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/kung-fu-fighting-as-a-means-to-sell-christian-books/
Blog #2 (response) – http://profrah.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/response-from-one-of-the-authors-of-deadly-viper/
Blog #3 (Open Letter to Zondervan) – http://profrah.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/an-open-letter-to-zondervan-and-to-mike-foster-and-jud-wilhite-authors-of-deadly-viper-character-assassin-a-kung-fu-survival-guide-for-life-and-leadership/
One of the videos in question – http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/video.php?v=35881373178&ref=mf
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Let me say first that before anyone goes on a rampage citing white privilege and blasting Mike Foster and Jud Wilhite for this, no one like being judged/condemned on assumptions, fair or unfair.
I for one believe they had good intentions… a book on Christian leadership and integrity, great. We could use more of that. But whoever was responsible for signing off on this insensitive marketing strategy has forgotten or never cared enough to really know what it is like to walk in the shoes of an Asian/Asian-American. Part of being an Asian and growing up here means that you have been on the receiving (victim’s) end of the martial-arts, chinky-accent, slanted-eyes, and various other stereotypes many times. Here, at least the authors are at fault, and so is Zondervan, if not many other people for not pointing out these grievous oversights sooner.
It’s about pain. The pain people experience is not something we want to be reminded of, especially not in such a careless way… and especially not by people in the public eye. Add on to the fact that it’s worse when coming from people in positions of influence, and on top of that, the fact that these guys are supposed to be progressive Christian leaders/thinkers, and you get this huge mess that is sending Asian American Christians such a bad message.
I myself was not offended much (because I haven’t read the book). But when I saw the callous justification type of “what’s the big deal?” response from Mike Foster posted up on Prof. Rah’s blog, and then some video, I was really ticked off. Then it made me sad to think about the state of faith & ethnicity and all the work that we have to do.
I really hope it doesn’t stop here, but that a public apology is issued from Zondervan… I hope they and the authors really understand the pain that so many experience as immigrants and ethnic minorities, and do better than this.
There’s something incredible going on in Haven. I mean, something I had never really thought could happen, but something I always dreamed of… And after four years, I am starting to see what I understand to be the beginning of a revolution. People in our community are modeling what it means to walk transparently before God. People are taking the Gospel for real, and are allowing it to sink in deep… and I mean real deep. It’s incredible because it’s unknown territory for me. I mean, I have caught glimpses of it before, but in the past twenty or so years of calling myself a Christian, I never thought that a community could be marked by transparency. I never thought I would see a group of people who are honest about being truly broken, people who do not claim to have easy answers (or any answers at all), people who care for others out of their own wounds, people who paint a real, vivid picture through their lives and actions of a God who lives and moves among us, a picture of a God who is able to do a good work in us, who is able to bring life to dead places. I never knew this God could redeem so many years of anxiety, barrenness, and disappointment except in books or testimonies from people I don’t really know.
This is not how I used to think church worked: I was always under the impression that your deepest, darkest issues were your own to deal with and no one else would want to nor be obligated to help you carry them. Basically, the message I got was that you just had to figure it out alone, you had to somehow keep it all together, all while making the appropriate sacrifices to the church (tithing, showing up to meetings, putting in time and effort). If you didn’t, you weren’t qualified to serve others. And if you didn’t serve, you felt like you weren’t really earning your seat at the table. And thus, transparency and being vulnerable with each other always seemed to be kind of an interruption to the program order. It seemed like church was about being busy doing things more than it was about seeing God in each other’s lives. There were times when having the “right answer” seemed to be the only way to fit in or gain approval. As a result, I felt like I was alone in many of my struggles, and that the people who actually had struggles were sort seen as unfit for leadership. So of course, I stuffed it down. And so the cycle would continue week in, week out, as the church worship service would be there to kickstart my week, small groups would be there to keep my head above water, and prayer meeting would be there to wash away my worries, only to see them re-surface again and again. I thought this was all there was.
I recently heard of the Post Secret project, where people from all over send in an anonymous postcard sharing a secret, something never known to another… completely in the dark before coming to the light of this project. There are some humorous ones, some sad ones, and some incredibly shocking. They range from being about broken hearts to illnesses to shameful acts to fears to sex, and also to God. Many of the cards have art or magazine clippings or some other kind of visual aid that help to communicate the often raw, edgy content. Tremendous amounts of courage go into these postcard confessions.
So I thought to myself, yes, this is what it takes to call yourself a Christian. To out yourself, to say what is really on your mind, to be completely real, and unafraid of being judged by your fellow man, because you know deep down inside that you are utterly bankrupt. And not only that, but that it’s only in this state of spiritual poverty that you are able to experience the true acceptance, forgiveness, healing, freedom and transformation that is available through the work Jesus accomplished on the cross.
And now Haven is seeing people who refuse to be owned by their fears. These people refuse to walk alone, they refuse to wallow in self-pity, and they bring themselves to face the reality of their own depravity. We are seeing people confront some of the darkest, most bottled-up, angriest, and most ugly thoughts and feelings. And all too rarely do people process this stuff in healthy ways (there are some who do share their darkest stuff, in bitter/cynical/judgmental/vomitous ways that do more damage than encourage).
A question once asked of me was, “Who are your heroes?” I can honestly say it is people who dare to believe that they can be set free.
Very excited to show you some of what the band is up to now that we’ve become a trio. Hop on over to our MySpace or Facebook (higher quality) for some raw recordings of two new songs.
Our blog has the lyrics.
If you haven’t heard already, Haven is hosting an Amazing Race.
SEPTEMBER 13th – That’s THIS Sunday!
LOCATION – Santa Cruz, CA
Teams of two or three will be racing against the clock to finish challenges: from logic to music, photography to physical, everyone will be pushed to the max! But all in good fun.
We’re taking any and all donations, 100% of which will go to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. The cost of registration IS the donation. RSVP soon, and be sure to get in on the fun, the charity, as well as the after-party BBQ.
GO! REGISTER NOW!
http://ihaven.org/amazingrace/
Social networking, blogging, file sharing, e-mail, and YouTube have become some of the dominant forces in our culture (duh, you’re reading this right now). These days, if you step outside any of those, and you will often find yourself missing a relevant piece of the conversation. Like living in a cave, being somewhat detached.

That’s a real cave, by the way.
This is not necessarily a good nor bad thing. It just means that culture is changing a whole lot faster. It’s also mutating in more complex ways. For instance, these days, there is an internet forum for anything with fringe ideologies that unite people in otherwise diverse tribes (Seth Godin). Old ideas get recycled at an alarmingly fast rate. The speed of culture is quite evident when one peers into the music industry, where new becomes old very quickly, where remixes and covers and critical acclaim/heat happen within hours. With the advent of Dropbox, I’m collaborating with my bandmates via internet sync. I’m also a perpetrator of this phenomenon with my YouTube channel, where new Radiohead songs age a little bit faster for my subscribers whenever I show people how to play something that was just played. For some, a song can become old only days or weeks after it goes public, or in cases with leaked albums, even before it’s released! A friend in the music industry recently commented on how the hype for Passion Pit, a “new” electronic pop group, has already died down a few months after blowing up on indie music blogs. They’re now touring the world, and yet it seems to him that people have already moved on. I wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of their tour, attendance for their shows began to drop noticeably–not because the music isn’t any good, but because of how fast music culture changes. Blogs, labels, and regular joes alike all helped Justin Vernon/Bon Iver skyrocket to international popularity almost overnight.
And with more changes in culture, advertising/promotion/marketing strategies need to change as well. Bands who are on top of Twitter/Facebook/YouTube/blogging are more likely to develop the type of relationship with their fans that will survive all the noise of the music industry. To many, CDs have become relics and almost irrelevant. Digital music needs to be given away as a means of promotion, rather than locked up in a supermarket showcase that resides behind the counter. Digital music is not a cigarette, it’s like the water, or air. It’s pretty much unlimited. Sure, people still buy bottled water, and people even used to visit oxygen bars (remember those?), but what are they really paying for? They are paying because the product/packaging somehow reflects what they value, regardless of whether or not the content is really all that unique.
Celebrities on Twitter are intensely personal as opposed to what their press statements disclose or what their publicists say. Even media companies like CNN or KCBS show more of their humanity in the way they tweet, perhaps showing that the line between blogging/news is harder to draw. Public and private, professional and informal, it’s like these things are starting to mesh. Are they doing this 100% intentionally? Who knows, but it seems that this service, and other phenomena like Facebook Pages bring the world of information that much closer to human conversation.
So, in a culture that is always changing faster than we can blink, what remains the same?

I think the answer is, real human relationships. This is funny. It’s like we’re moving closer to authenticity, transparency, vulnerability, community, and whatever else true relationships exhibit… and it points us to what our deepest needs have always been (even if it’s only in a vain way).
While we may not always value a witty quote in a friend’s Facebook profile, we will always value their compassion and wisdom in person. While watching a live concert stream is great, nothing compares to the musician performing his tunes in your house.

People are learning more than ever the value of sharing a meal together. Talking on the phone for more than a few minutes is a big deal. I think this is why Haven does church the way we do it: over a meal, over a hike, just being with others and showing them that they matter.
And on the flip side, people feel lonely and isolated even faster than ever. We send someone an e-mail/instant message/SMS, and when there is slow/no response, and we find it difficult not to be frustrated or even take it personally. And for those of us who already struggle with self-esteem, lulls in correspondence/comments/mentions equate to a little bit of social death.
What this means is that we can continue to distract ourselves and be enamored by this changing world, but absolutely nothing will replace real connections with people. And if we can cut through all the noise, the internet world will remind us of our condition more than detach us from it.
When our attention is being divided more than ever, wouldn’t it be spectacular to just listen to someone else share their lives? To ask them questions? To encourage them? To just shake a hand or hug?
I felt like I failed big time while I was out getting a sandwich at Ike’s with my mom. She was telling me about her trip to Chicago, and all I could think about was the e-mail I didn’t check that morning. What a fool I am!
I just have to be grateful this weekend. I can’t believe how much I just appreciate being alive right now, in the network of relationships I am, doing the things I’m doing… and though many things in my life currently create lots of tension in me, I can’t help but see AND hope for the redemption of more.
1) I finally feel like I became fully aware with regard to one of my biggest blind spots today: my tendency to react HARSHLY when I feel like I am disrespected. As a result of things this past week and especially today, I am reminded that I need to hold my tongue more often and just allow God to reveal where my plank is before I go and remove someone else’s speck of sawdust.
2) My musical journey has led me down very interesting paths, and I can almost see how it couldn’t have been any better for my growth as a person in that it has revealed lots of my attitude problems.
3) My band inspires me continually, and perhaps more this week than any other. Musically, I doubt I could be with any more perfect musical partners.
4) I feel more confident in my leadership. I know I can challenge others (in my band, in my friendships) out of who I am and not necessarily what I can say/do. Again, God gets the credit for this.
5) I am so happy to be able to teach music… for a living. This is hard for me to fully grasp, but I am appreciating it more and more.
6) I feel blessed with my different communities… maybe even blessed is not a strong enough word. Although they are sometimes painfully distinct, the Haven family and my SFCAC brothers are constantly remind me of how faithful God has been in my life.
7) I am so thankful for my family. I am thankful that my family is still intact (although far from perfect), and that my brother, father, and mother love me more than I can understand. I am humbled by this.
I’m so moved, I’m so moved, I’m so moved.
I must give thanks and praise to God, who shows me how much His love is a real thing, and how much His grace does meet us where we are, and yet does not leave us where it finds us.
2:52:45 PM me: ike’s place is 4.5 stars after 1090 reviews!!
2:52:49 PM me: unbelievable
2:52:52 PM metrosexual garrett: yeah thats insane
2:52:54 PM metrosexual garrett: i went there
2:52:57 PM metrosexual garrett: i walked there from my office once
2:53:00 PM metrosexual garrett: when i had hella downtime
2:53:05 PM metrosexual garrett: took me an hour to get a freaking sandwich
2:53:10 PM metrosexual garrett: just cuz i had to walok through the castro
2:53:19 PM metrosexual garrett: i was hella self conscious though
2:53:20 PM me: but was it really worth it
2:53:24 PM metrosexual garrett: cuz my pants were tighter that day
2:53:24 PM me: why
2:53:26 PM me: HAHAHAHA
2:53:28 PM metrosexual garrett: and i was wearing a bright yellow shirt
2:53:31 PM metrosexual garrett: i had gay written all over me
2:53:39 PM metrosexual garrett: but i wanted to try it
2:53:48 PM metrosexual garrett: its worth it, i would say its even pretty decently priced
2:53:54 PM metrosexual garrett: i would rank it in my top 3 sandwich places
2:53:58 PM me: really?
2:54:00 PM me: awesome
2:54:02 PM metrosexual garrett: top 3 or 4
2:54:04 PM me: i must try
2:54:08 PM metrosexual garrett: i’ve had some good sandwiches
2:54:13 PM metrosexual garrett: i got osmething simple
2:54:15 PM metrosexual garrett: like ham and brie
2:54:17 PM me: by the way this convo is going up on my blog
2:54:17 PM metrosexual garrett: but it was still hella good
2:54:26 PM metrosexual garrett: hahah
2:54:26 PM metrosexual garrett: fine
2:54:31 PM metrosexual garrett: i dont even know which part of it was bloggable
2:55:12 PM me: the gay part
2:55:34 PM metrosexual garrett: oh yeah
2:55:36 PM metrosexual garrett: i was like nervous
2:55:40 PM metrosexual garrett: lookng down on the floor
2:56:00 PM metrosexual garrett: i wonder if that makes me slightly homophobe
2:56:07 PM metrosexual garrett: i was just scared
2:56:52 PM me: hahaha
2:56:54 PM me: i think it does
2:57:16 PM metrosexual garrett: thats cool
2:57:17 PM metrosexual garrett: now i know
2:57:43 PM metrosexual garrett: i just didnt want them thinking my tight pants was an enter here sign
I have been coming to BAAYF summer youth camp since the year I was eligible. As a 12 year-old who fell asleep during sermons, who only wore GAP sweatshirts in the summer heat, shot pool in the rec room when everyone else was doing mandatory group recreation activities, I realize I have done some growing up. And BAAYF has had a huge hand in that.
I remember my first deep encounter with the love of God there. Although it was yet another night where I had fell asleep during the sermon, I tangibly felt like I needed God, and that He loved me. It was strange, and awesome. Later that week, I sensed God was speaking to me, telling me to serve him. This happened on three separate occasions throughout the week. Funny, I didn’t even remember this until my senior year of college. I was wrestling with what I should do after college when my mom reminded me of this story, and affirmed that I was called to be in some sort of ministry capacity.
I remember becoming friends with Ike and Charissa, Hooters, Christina Young, and a whole bunch of other people that I still try to keep in touch with. Whenever we get together, there are always lots of laughs, and more often than not, we share and reflect on our lives.
I remember looking up to Pat Chen like he was a musical god. Now he is merely a peer, muahahaha. Just kidding, Pat is still a musical god. I remember learning valuable skills for and perspectives on worship through Tim Lee and Steve Jang.
I remember the camaraderie of playing on the worship team all week with Brian Lum, Christina Young, Theo and JoEllen Tam, and many other asian christian musical giants of my generation.
I remember the funny t-shirts and camp themes, and the distinct impression of wondering who the heck wrote our Bible study and devotional materials. And now I am writing them…
I remember the counselors… and all the man-talk. I remember Kit Chung and his expertise on home-made bombs and wiping his #2’s from the front. I remember Jeff (was it Jeff Li? He had a Takamine G-series) and the fact that I once jumped him and accidentally rammed his testicles really hard. I remember Rich and his ultra-profound and prophetic statement, “This whole one-guy, rockstar worship-leading thing? It’s just a trend. It will die one day” (this one rocked me at a time when I thought singing Chris Tomlin and Delirious? songs was the pen-ultimate expression of worship, second only to Heaven). Rich also wore the same UC Berkeley t-shirt every night we went to bed. I remember Curtis and his infamous NEVER-TELL-A-SOUL baseball park incident that he shared only with one cabin.
I remember my first exposure to tongues, prophecy, and healing… all at BAAYF.
I remember the girls. I remember the attention-seeking ones, the cute ones, the unattainable ones, the older sisters you wish you were born earlier to holler at.
I remember the era of Wayne and Teddy (now Theo), and the undying bond between East Bay and SFCAC ballers.
I remember staff, thinking how grown-up and in-charge they were… Seri’s choco tacos, her run-in with Frank’s pepperonis. I remember Victor Quon’s hilarious SD Chargers references and the predictable jerseys.
I remember always being the first to share during fireside testimony time. I remember always being the one manning the fire.
I remember Alliance Redwoods and the crappy Main cabins that reeked of sweat and rust. Now they are Fir, the nicest junior-high boy cabins in the world. I remember getting athlete’s foot once from Birdland showers. I remember leeches from canoeing.
I remember SPORTS DAY. What the heck ever happened to that?!
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I always thought that I had slid back during these years after college. That San Jose had somehow exposed the fraud that I was, and that I had somehow gotten through 21 years by faking it. And while the faking it part is not true, the part about me being exposed is. Never before have I been confronted by my glaring inadequacies than in this chapter of my life. But at the same time, as BAAYF 2009 has reminded me… God is doing a work. I can’t even SEE it most of the time. But He is. People around me notice that I am a better listener than before, that I am less defensive when challenged, that my heart is more inclusive and welcoming… and honestly, I can’t say that these are to my credit. I wish I could.
From being some silly kid with no discernable direction, my BAAYF experience reminds me that I have come a long way.
Here, as I reflect, I build an altar of sorts, in blog-form. I remind myself that God is faithful in showing up in the ministry of BAAYF. He is faithful in starting a divine work in young people’s lives. And He is faithful to bring it to completion.
And for this, I am really thankful.
What do you remember?
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I’m being eaten alive
So slowly, so slowly
And I am trying to fight
So boldly, so boldly
And they know just where to hit
Vulnerable, I’m torn to bits
And they know when I am weak
When I have no strength to speak
Against their lies
Can I rise?
Could they be lies?
Could they be lies?
Did you rise?
Did you rise?
Can I rise?
Could they be lies?
Lies… Could they be lies?
Rise… Rise
Did you rise?
Did you rise?
Then they’re lies, then they’re lies
They they’re lies, then they’re lies
Lies…
Lies…
Lies…
If you ever get your own place, the first thing you will learn (and by learn, I mean learn-the-hard-way) is that things break, and things need fixing.
So many complex things go into making a home work… it’s a wonder we as the human race went through the trouble at all to wire this and pipe that and stud there and pour concrete here. Oh wait, I remember why, the cold sucks and pneumonia kills people.
My problem with this is that I have largely been the type of person who pays for the knowledge and experience of another while rarely ever doing a single handy thing myself. Two opposite extremes. But sometimes, with your own place, you just simply have to! But when you do it… then it’s like… whoa, hey, I can actually fix something! And then you feel very proud, even if it’s something small. So I have been trying to do more things myself now. I want to put in guitar hooks into the wall when I am more certain on where I want them, or how I will do the mounting. I assembled a metal rack-shelf thingy from Costco myself. I built the TV stand myself. I feel a tiny bit ashamed that I am proud of these small achievements, but I don’t think I should be. I think men should know how to do these things. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn’t ask a pro to come fix my garbage disposal…
And by writing this, I’m hoping to chronicle my ineptitude, and watch it fade away.
With some timely advice from my next door neighbor, I sought out to do my next project: Fix my old Vornado fan I got prior to my freshman year in UCLA (2001):

The problem? The old power cord was weakened through four years of either mishandling or simple wear and tear… perhaps it was a bit of both. Either way, it snapped off in late 2005 and I was left with a perfectly good fan with no means of drawing electricity.
I held on the the fan for four years since it had broken. For the first two years after that, I was convinced Costco could take it back (I had no shame in asking, but their records didn’t go back that far, so no luck without a 4 year old receipt). Then for the next two years, I was convinced that I would be able to find someone smart/generous enough to fix it for me. Ambivalent, I brought the fan to my new home and left it sitting right outside. Broken, not in constant view when I am inside, but present as I would pull up into my driveway. I guess I stuck it in a place to goad myself into doing it.
Seeing it everyday still didn’t do the trick… until I struck up some conversation with my neighbor, who happens to know about ELECTRONICS! Ding ding ding! He opened it up for me and told me I could just buy an extension cord and strip it, strip the loose ends inside, expose enough copper thread from both wires to screw a wire connector (or “wire nut” as he called it) down, which connects them.
Here is a picture:

Those two orange cone things are the connectors, and the white cables coming out of them are just a random extension cord I bought from Walgreens for $3.
The process of re-assembling was more difficult than I thought, but with a little superglue to fix a crack I made and some real pressure on my screwdriver, I put it back together. The screws were HELLA hard to screw in. The result? Now I have a wonderful fan, and it’s functioning fully! But I bought the wrong extension cable… it’s a two to one thingy, so now I have this other random plug coming out on the other side… stupid. Not to mention, it’s white, so it’s crazy ugly.

But whatever, I did it.