Friday, February 6, 2015

Letter to my Biological Brother

Dear Daron,

At my UCLA Christian fellowship, we have this quarter-long event called Brother’s Appreciation. It switches off every year (brothers or sisters), but this year it happened to be brothers. Although it’s really easy to appreciate these brotherly friends, it’s hard for me to appreciate my biological brother. It’s not that I do not love you or do not care for you, because I love and care for you very much. But due to our health conditions, it’s best for both of us to have very minimal contact.
                                                                                                           
That being said, I will only communicate with you by writing letters or by talking through Justin. As of right now, hearing your voice is not good for me because I have enough of a workload to stress about. Not that you’re more important than my workload, it’s just that I do not have enough room on my plate to add you to my stress. Your health and mental condition is and was never my problem, yet it seems to always try to find a spot on my plate. Hearing your voice will only get me more emotionally invested into something that really is not my problem, but your own.

I am responsible for my own problems, just as you are responsible for your own problems. At that note, let’s take responsibility of our own hearts and dive right into how messed up we are. And yeah, I said we. Because according to God’s standards we have equally ugly hearts. But the difference between you and me is that I am not afraid to dive into my ugliness.

But I completely understand why you may be afraid to look into your own heart. I know that you caused a lot of pain on other people, including myself. Even if these people never forgive you, you have to acknowledge that you caused that pain. No, “people did [not] freak out for no reason” or no, “people were [not] overeacting”. You caused a lot of pain that you are trying to brush over as if it’s no big deal. But here’s the thing: so have I. Again, our hearts are equally ugly in the sight of God. But it’s up to us to see that and acknowledge that.

Truth be told, no one really wants to acknowledge the pain they caused. They feel horrible and loathe themselves. They feel insignificant, disgusting, and cannot handle the guilt that they carry. It is too heavy of a burden. Often times, these people get so tired of carrying their own guilt that they either numb the pain with drugs or commit suicide.

But believe it or not, that pain or guilt is intended to serve a great purpose. You need to see how horrifying, despicable, horrendous, and appalling you are in order for you to see how much Jesus loves you. There’s a book in the bible (Hosea) where God commanded the prophet to marry a prostitute. The prostitute bore him three kids (some of which may not be his legitimate children), and left him to continue prostitution. God then commanded the prophet to look for his wife. Imagine a famous pastor walking through the red light district for his wife. That’s extremely humiliating. Hosea finds her, but not as a prostitute. She degraded herself so much that no one wants her services anymore. She was auctioned off as a slave. Hosea paid the price and bought her back because he loves her.

That scandalous story was meant to demonstrate God’s unconditional love for us. If your wife cheated on you with several men, left you to continue prostitution, and forced you to raise three kids on your own, would you still love her? I know I wouldn’t. I’d be happy to know she was being sold off as a slave because she got what she deserved. But Hosea searched for her, humiliating himself for the sake of his wife. He emptied his pockets and bought her back, even though she was already his wife to begin with. He paid the price to give her an identity that she already had: his beloved.

You and I are that prostitute. We run away from God and whore ourselves to worldly pleasures. He knows that we’re train-wrecks and have nothing lovable about us. All he wants us to do is come back home and be loved by him. He does not mind humiliating himself and paying the price for you. The price was already paid after Jesus died on the cross. Daron, come home and be loved by our Heavenly Father.

Unlike your mother and father, you do not have to scream, shout, lie, cry, or cuss to make Jesus hear you. You acted out because you had to protect yourself in the only way you knew. But you do not have to protect yourself against God. In fact the more you protect yourself or act out, the harder it is for you to allow Jesus into your heart. He loves that disgusting heart of yours more than you can ever love yourself. You do not have to be defensive to Jesus. He hears everything and listens to every word that you say. He sees your whimpering, weak body and loves it so much. He desires covering and gathering you together as a hen gathers her chicks (Matthew 23:27).

During this recovery time, I urge you to dive into your heart with Jesus. Yes it’s scary and overbearing, and I know you hold a lot of guilt. Unlike your earthly mother and father, who add onto that guilt, Jesus took your guilt and died on the cross for your freedom. He doesn’t want you to live with that burden you built for yourself; he’ll die so you will never be enslaved again. You do not need approval from others (mom, dad, your old friends, myself) in order to be forgiven for the things you’ve done. You only need Jesus to remove that burden away from you. Only Jesus’ forgiveness can set you free from your guilt. Can you do that? Can you give him all your s*** for the sake of your freedom? Do you want to be free? The choice is yours.

Jesus died to stop you from dying. Around December, I was convinced that I will get a call within three months from someone confirming your death. Your decisions, behavior, and your ignorance of all of it were leading to an eventual death. So let’s be clear about something. Jesus never died to allow you to keep dying. This implies that you shouldn’t give him your crap, run from him, and then continue building another s*** monument. If you did, then Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross will be a complete waste. He died so you do not have to die.

Therefore, live as if you’re alive. Go on life and sin no more. Have a relationship with the Father you always had, but always ignored.

And by the way, I forgive you as Jesus has forgiven me. But you must respect my boundaries. I will send you letters whenever I can. It can be once a month, once a quarter, etc.

Sincerely, 

ME

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