Who Am I? Who Do They Say I Am?

Well, better late than never, right?

Even Linsanity and the bound-to-happen racially-charged-headline couldn’t pull me back into the blogosphere because who I am not is a consistent blogger.

But I am a writer, and perhaps that was decided the moment I ignored the money, the thread, and the rice, and I grabbed the pencil and scribbled into a notebook on my first birthday.

Most days people will say I am a mom. My three amazing children and their ridiculous schedules keep me busy trying to figure out ways to two-way sync individual google calendars with my iCal so that at any given moment anyone of us can magically change the family calendar. There are still many nights when I check in on my sleeping kids (ages 16, 12 and 10) and still see them as they were when they came home from the hospital.

If you had told me 20 years ago that three people would call me “Mom!” I would have laughed.

My parents every now and then will say I turned out to be a decent wife, despite my feisty spirit (which is code for opinionated, stiff-necked and stubborn). Twenty years ago I was starting out my journalism career with little desire to marry, but then a few months later Peter changed my mind about the marriage part. My dad didn’t shed any tears when he “gave me away” because he was so happy someone would take me. (His words, not mine.) I take that as a compliment to the strength and confidence my parents nurtured in me.

Many folks know me as part of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (you know, that Christian fellowship group that had an impact on a now-famous Asian American Christian NBA player). My business card says that I am the regional multiethnic ministries director. What that really means is that I love learning how God’s people in all of our diversity and shared humanity fall in love with Jesus, are transformed by His grace, and then leave their former lives to follow Jesus. My passion for the Gospel, culture and communication intersect beautifully most days in a full-time vocation that gives me space to preach, teach, write, rant, meet, learn and listen.

But as we interact here, please think of me as your neighbor. We might not know each other well, but hopefully our interactions over the internet fence will help us to get to know one another and, if we’re lucky, learn from one another enough to break some of the barriers down. When I’m not here, you can find me on Facebook, Twitter or my own blog.

 

 

 

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Talking Around Each Other

Found the above on YouTube and found it to be a classic example of how Asian Americans and their parents talk in a way that doesn’t fit the definition of communication. And of course, while it is parody, it certainly sounds similar to some of the conversations I’ve had with my own parents. In some ways, it’s not just about our parents learning English, it’s about trying to keep up with this emerging, techno-illogical world that literally has only been blown up in the last two decades. It is the rare parent that can keep up with a serious discussion about the changing nature of work in the digital economy, expectations about the predictive capacity of the SAT for success, and whether or not having a secretary constitutes as a bragging right. Sometimes all they care about are their videos. And we, our YouTube.

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