Wednesday, April 14, 2010

"Who Am I?"

Some of my students love this song by Casting Crowns. They are working with me on a Vietnamese translation of the song.

Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.

Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.

Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.

Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.


I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.

Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.


I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.

Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am yours..
I am yours..




It is I

"Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker,
to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,
`What are you making?'
Does your work say,
`He has no hands'?

Woe to him who says to his father,
`What have you begotten?'
or to his mother,
`What have you brought to birth?'

"This is what the LORD says--
the Holy One of Israel, and its Maker:
Concerning things to come,
do you question me about my children,
or give me orders about the work of my hands?

It is I who made the earth
and created mankind upon it.
My own hands stretched out the heavens;
I marshaled their starry hosts.

Dunking Dung



Dung's special day! We were invited to rejoice with her on this very special occasion last week. Congratulations!

Some pictures from March 2010

A few highlights in March:

1. We and Hong Anh visited Dung's home. She lives with her mom and sister in a small little room in her grandmother's house. We met her mom and grandmother and had nice long chats with them. Her grandmother talked about the hard old days during the war when a bomb dropped right in front of her house. Then after the war was over, there was no food to eat. Brought back some of my own personal memories. It was humbling to see where and how they are living, with squatty toilets outside the house and no hot water. Dung's mom made delicious "bun rieu" for dinner in spite of the tiny little corner they called "the kitchen."

2. Nho, Meo, and Hanh came over to visit and we decided to play some games. One of the games was Tumbling Tower (or Jenga). The loser had to pump 10 times, Vietnamese style.

3. Hanh came over with her car and took all of us on an outing around Dalat. We visited a place with lots of nice flowers and another place with lots of nice embroideries. After that, she drove us to a restaurant for some nice "mien ga," a recommendation by Nho. For desserts, they took us to a "che" place downtown. Then Hanh actually drove into campus and dropped us off right in front of our door. We felt like VIPs!


Visiting Dung's humble little dwelling and meeting her mom.

Oh no, the Tumbling Tower is about to ...

Flowers everywhere!

Very nice flowers in the background

Which ones are real?

Welcome to our beautiful living room and our comfortable couch!

Nice pose!