So we used to refer to our weekly (or every two week) community gathering space as "large group." This title had some drawbacks:
• No clues as to what the gathering is about or who is invited
(Is Jesus invited? I don't know. Is he large?)
• Sociological nature of the name has generic/static connotations
(Does this nondescript group change or is it stuck forever in ambiguous largeness?)
• Not especially welcoming to new folks, and taken for granted by members
(Why do we do this again? What are we hoping for in this space?)
At the start of the semester, our fellowship (in various settings) voted on the new name, Encounter. Encounter is meant to be a place where we encounter God, and God encounters us. We've experienced the reality that encounters with God transform our thinking, feeling, and acting. We can expect God to move because he is active and engaged and because he goes out of his way to be accessible to us in our limited frailty.
As we have been exploring this new space, we've had different kinds of Encounters. Our first was a talk series on "What Comes First?"
We also have had two Prayer Encounters -- one focused on intercession, and one focused on prayer ministry.
It's still a bit experimental week-to-week, but it has definitely been a space for our community to gather around Jesus, renew our minds, receive unconditionally accepting love from God, and respond. May God continue to Encounter Cal Christian Fellowship!
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Receiving Grace in the Midst of Self-Centeredness
So I thought that throwing up in front of people was the most shameful thing that would happen to me all summer. [If you haven't heard about this, read here!] Turns out it was only the most externally shameful thing that happened.
All summer long, I wrestled (and continue to wrestle) with my self-centeredness, particularly when I am experiencing a strong negative emotion such as anger, fear, or sadness. This struggle happens all the time, and those who know me well know my tendency to withdraw and focus on it by myself, but at BayUP there's not a lot of space or time to be alone, and I was not always willing/able to articulate the space I needed. Thus, I began to feel trapped and saw others (students, staff, innocent bystanders) as agents of my captivity. I resented the people around me for being too loud, or not speaking up enough, or making my life more challenging by asking questions, as though they had nothing better to do than to absorb my time and irritate me with trivialities.
Ah, yes. The noble plight of the introvert.


Even though I knew that everyone was actively processing, projecting, or fleeing from their own issues--same as me, so we're all in the same boat--it was challenging to maintain that perspective in the swirl of my own reactions and resist the tendency to blame others for how I felt when I was around them. I'd be thinking thoughts like: "Their inside jokes make me feel like an outsider; therefore, I am justified in blaming them for my sadness and assuming they don't want me around". I experienced the poison of my pride--I don't want to ask the questions that would help me to understand this person or situation better, because then I have to forfeit my right to be a victim, which is the only thing keeping my vulnerability contained. I know I have a choice to open up or shut down, and I choose the distorted sense of control I feel when I shut down.
But what happens if I choose out of this pattern? What other choices are available to me?
When I experience God as the one who draws near to me in my pain--the one who is neither indifferent nor overwhelmed, but wholly present with me--I can look without judgment on my emotions and know that my identity isn't defined by whatever I'm experiencing. That makes just enough space to take a breath, refrain from blaming everyone within my field of vision, and let truth illuminate the way forward.
For me, the way forward was acknowledging that I had let my own emotional responses cloud my ability to engage with the frequent injustices occurring in Oakland. In order to that, I had to be willing to say I had made a mistake rather than justifying my mistake by pointing to what others had done. After that, there was a time for me to apologize for the harm I had done to multiple individuals. And after that, I listened to others share about how my actions affected them and I owned the consequences.
The only one who could have convinced me to lower my shields instead of running away was Jesus. He encouraged me that the truth would set me free, and moreover he made it clear that it was what he wanted. Because I have made the choice to live under his leadership, he was giving me the opportunity to affirm that choice by obeying his voice. It wasn't magical or heroic what I did--it was simply me following through on promises I made, and that follow-through allowed me to see what God can do with submitted hearts.
He redeems the broken trust and makes the relationships even more secure, grace-filled, and loving than they were before. This reality is what gives me hope. Someone much bigger and better than me is guiding me and will not fail to turn my mistakes into blessing when I acknowledge them before him.
All summer long, I wrestled (and continue to wrestle) with my self-centeredness, particularly when I am experiencing a strong negative emotion such as anger, fear, or sadness. This struggle happens all the time, and those who know me well know my tendency to withdraw and focus on it by myself, but at BayUP there's not a lot of space or time to be alone, and I was not always willing/able to articulate the space I needed. Thus, I began to feel trapped and saw others (students, staff, innocent bystanders) as agents of my captivity. I resented the people around me for being too loud, or not speaking up enough, or making my life more challenging by asking questions, as though they had nothing better to do than to absorb my time and irritate me with trivialities.
Ah, yes. The noble plight of the introvert.


Even though I knew that everyone was actively processing, projecting, or fleeing from their own issues--same as me, so we're all in the same boat--it was challenging to maintain that perspective in the swirl of my own reactions and resist the tendency to blame others for how I felt when I was around them. I'd be thinking thoughts like: "Their inside jokes make me feel like an outsider; therefore, I am justified in blaming them for my sadness and assuming they don't want me around". I experienced the poison of my pride--I don't want to ask the questions that would help me to understand this person or situation better, because then I have to forfeit my right to be a victim, which is the only thing keeping my vulnerability contained. I know I have a choice to open up or shut down, and I choose the distorted sense of control I feel when I shut down.
But what happens if I choose out of this pattern? What other choices are available to me?
When I experience God as the one who draws near to me in my pain--the one who is neither indifferent nor overwhelmed, but wholly present with me--I can look without judgment on my emotions and know that my identity isn't defined by whatever I'm experiencing. That makes just enough space to take a breath, refrain from blaming everyone within my field of vision, and let truth illuminate the way forward.
For me, the way forward was acknowledging that I had let my own emotional responses cloud my ability to engage with the frequent injustices occurring in Oakland. In order to that, I had to be willing to say I had made a mistake rather than justifying my mistake by pointing to what others had done. After that, there was a time for me to apologize for the harm I had done to multiple individuals. And after that, I listened to others share about how my actions affected them and I owned the consequences.
The only one who could have convinced me to lower my shields instead of running away was Jesus. He encouraged me that the truth would set me free, and moreover he made it clear that it was what he wanted. Because I have made the choice to live under his leadership, he was giving me the opportunity to affirm that choice by obeying his voice. It wasn't magical or heroic what I did--it was simply me following through on promises I made, and that follow-through allowed me to see what God can do with submitted hearts.
He redeems the broken trust and makes the relationships even more secure, grace-filled, and loving than they were before. This reality is what gives me hope. Someone much bigger and better than me is guiding me and will not fail to turn my mistakes into blessing when I acknowledge them before him.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Pre-BayUP Prayer Update
Hello dear friends and family,
I write to you on the eve of the Bay Area Urban Project 2014! I've been in our staff orientation for the past three days, which has been full of its own God-moments and preparation for the next six weeks. Let me share a couple:
Our first day, Monday, we went on a food tour of Oakland. Unfortunately, somewhere between the Ethiopian food and the Korean seafood pancake, I picked up some kind of funky bug. By the time we got to our Vietnamese-French dinner, I was feeling queasy, and though I tried to make it to the bathroom in time, I ended up emptying the contents of my stomach on the dinner table. (I KNOW, RIGHT?? It's like the textbook example of "most embarrassing moment"!)
Why do I tell you this? Because God used it to bring us together as a staff team and to remind me that I don't have to pretend to have things under control. It was super shameful in the moment--I barely knew any of my teammates, so this was their first impression of me. And afterwards during that night, I was just super tired and not really able to meaningfully interact. But it paved the way for us as a team to be real with our tension, confusion, and inadequacy. Now we laugh about it: "That was the moment we became family--when Estelle vomited on the dinner table and all the pretense was gone."
I'm grateful for this lesson so early on in the program because I am tempted to evaluate myself by how well I perform and by how others perceive me. God, in his mercy, humbles me to realize that it's not my fake competency that he desires, but my very real, very obvious mess. It's also so helpful to be surrounded by people around whom I can drop the facade of control and just be vulnerably human.
If you are a person of prayer, please pray that the other staff and I would remain humble and centered in God's plans for the summer (not our own)!
(photo taken at dinner, minutes before my... erm ... episode)
Today, we took a prayer walk around the different work sites we'll be at this summer. I will be volunteering at College Track, an amazing organization that commits to first generation students for eight years (from the beginning of high school through their college graduation).
One of the main hopes at College Track is to produce students with GRIT-- guts, resilience, integrity and tenacity. They realize that students need more than just external resources to make it through the challenges that face them; they need internal guidance and strength, which is built through daily, mundane decisions that add up over time. This also is the process of discipleship--Jesus forming his followers into people who recognize the present moment is an opportunity to choose to say yes.
Please pray that our BayUP students are able to develop GRIT like the College Track students they will be teaching!
If you'd like to continue to stay updated on the adventures of our team, please visit our blog at calteambayup.wordpress.com.
Thank you so much for your support, love and prayers! This experience would not be possible without you, and I am so grateful for your influence in my life.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Visual Journey through the year
I created a visual presentation of our community's journey this year on Prezi that I'd like to share with you. When I walked through this journey with our students, I paired it with the spiritual discipline of the Examen, the regular practice of which has helped many Christians recognize the presence of God in the good, difficult, and mundane events of their lives.
Afterwards, we responded with a post-it note activity so our community could see the ebb and flow of joy and sorrow over the course of the year. Each person wrote on three post-its: green for a meaningful, life-giving event; pink for a confusing, painful situation; and blue for a gift/good thing we are grateful for. Reading over these responses, I could see that God had been gracious in the midst of trials. I also noticed that our post-its together created a kind of balance at each point in the year--not everyone individually suffered or rejoiced at the same time, but we were a body together in the midst of those unpredictable waves.
I am so thankful that God made community to encourage, challenge, and resource us for all seasons. This picture of teamwork and mutual concern invites us to experience God's intention for relationships.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Asian American Focus Group Wins Video Contest
Our Asian American Focus Group was recently invited by Oakland Asian Community Center to enter a video for their context highlighting Asian Pacific Islander narratives (#APIvoices). The opportunity to participate in spaces outside of a Christian context excited us, so we decided to go for it!
We pulled this video together (with help from a former CCF staff, Nate Lee, who lent us his spoken word piece) in a week! We actually won the Juried Award for the contest, which means that the judges (Terry Park of Hyphen Magazine, YouTube artist Jason Chu, and Angela Pang of AsianWeek Foundation) chose our video as their favorite. To see their shout-outs, and the other video that was chosen, visit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cjLqO9hj_o&feature=youtu.be
The entire undertaking brought our focus group closer together as well as established tighter bonds with the broader API community at Cal and in the area. We are so grateful for God's hand in all of this, knowing that the way things came together so well was a blessing.
Check out this photo we took with YouTube star AM Kidd when we attended OACC's Rhythms and Sounds show:
(it's nice that we had specially labeled chairs, too!)
Last Mark Study of the semester!
What a great semester of diving deep into the gospel of Mark. I am so grateful for the way Jesus showed up in our group. Sometimes, I saw Jesus in big, obvious ways, such as when our one international student shared how much he appreciated the Mark study community and how he could see God's hand in his time at Cal, teaching him to humble himself so that he could return to his home country with a spirit of love and generosity.
Other times, the work of Jesus felt invisible as we plowed through stories without coming to any firm conclusions as a group. I knew that it takes time to build the skills of asking textually based questions and identifying the core tensions of a passage, but I wondered if we as teachers should be pushing harder or backing off of the correctives. I wrestled with Jesus myself in the process. Then, as we invited students to reflect on what the stories have shown them, I read this student's response:
What I learned through Mark Study was to be curious and ask ... To not be fearful of the future and what it may bring, for when I am afraid is when I do not ask ...
I should just ask him, whether to get rid of the fears that paralyze or the daily issues that I deal with daily. I should ask humbly of my Lord and he will be compassionate. Just as he was to the woman with bleeding, the man whose daughter died, and the paralyzed who he healed. It is by approaching God that I can find him and be healed.
Praise God for opening pathways into places of struggle for students and pouring His grace and love in. I am blessed that I get to see students making new, bolder choices as a result of experiencing Jesus in this seminar.
Friday, April 18, 2014
"Estelle, whatcha up to this summer?"
I'm staffing BayUP!
Since 1993, Bay Area Urban Project, sponsored by InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, has been bringing college students to urban cities in the Bay Area to witness and partner in the Lord's sacred work among the urban poor. Over the course of six weeks, students live, learn, and work in the city of Oakland. In addition to 100 hours of service learning with local grassroots agencies, students participate in intensive weekly seminars/training - learning, praying, analyzing, and influencing systems (education, immigration, criminal justice, human trafficking, socio-ecology) through our Christian lens. Students are equipped to engage the brokenness of the systems on a personal, interpersonal, and systemic level. Our prayer is to raise up agents of shalom, committed to a constant journey towards wholeness that requires persistent efforts at personal, societal, and structural level.
Our Vision
- Mutual Conversion as a Paradigm for Witness - opportunities for all parties to experience major paradigm shift
- Prayerful Activism as a Paradigm for Seeking Justice - marriage of intercession/lamentation and social activism
- Prophetic Presence as a Paradigm for Urban Ministry - prophetic posture of being, learning and speaking shalom in partnership with communities in the city
for more info, visit https://sites.google.com/site/bayareaurbanproject/
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