God is in Pursuit of My Heart
This post by Ken Ngai, who took the opportunity to reflect on his transition from high school to college, something he hadnāt had much time to reflect upon ever since COVID -19 hit the nation and everyoneās lives were thrown into chaos. So sit back, get some snacks and drinks, and enjoy his ramble. Itās long.
Going into freshman year, I wasnāt on the best of terms with God. To be more specific, I really hadnāt tended to my relationship with God. In general, I would sum up my senior year as a turbulent time characterized by apathy, bitterness, and neglect towards God. Of course, I rarely opened up to anyone about what I was experiencing, partly because I was too ashamed and partly because I didnāt really care. When I say I was ashamed, I mean that I was afraid of being seen as a fake Christian. Throughout my life, especially in high school, I built myself up as an individual seemingly dedicated to God 100%. I did all the right things that one would do like consistently attend CBCGL, become a LYTE team member, find a mentor, etc. I have to admit, there were definitely stretches of times that I really felt close to God, particularly sophomore to junior year in high school. Nevertheless, I look back at my time in high school and I see that my faith was a mile wide but an inch deep. I was too busy doing things for God that I missed the times actually dwelling with God. As such, my times alone with God rarely struck me as ālife-changingā, āpeace-givingā, or āreassuringā as many promised to me. Sure, I picked up a few things here or there, learned to become a better Christian by title and was proud to do so. In fact, I distinctly remember how happy I was when some of my high school peers explicitly noted aloud that āKen is Christian, he wouldnāt do __________ā.Ā I assure you, I was happy living my life like this because during this time of my life, I wasnāt aware of the lie I was living. They say āignorance is blissā, and for me this was definitely the case. No matter how academically advanced and mature I thought myself to be, my spiritual life itself was beyond my comprehension. Therefore, you can understand why I began to stumble when senior year came around and I started noticing the holes in my faith. For once, I was becoming conscious of how distant I actually was from God. The more I reflected, the more I realized that I treated my faith as some object detached from my life. Quickly, I realized that the foundation of my faith was sinking sand, and soon everything else I was accustomed to came crashing down. Daily devos, worship, prayer, everything started to fade away from my life as if it was never there to begin with. On the outside, senior Ken was no different. By the account of the world, I was doing better than ever. Grades were fine, relationships were fine, emotions were fine, everything seemed fine. Everything WAS fine because they were always fine, whether or not I happened to squeeze 30 minutes of prayer between it all. Herein lies a reality that was hard for me to swallow: I never did rely on God for anything in my life and treated him as an obligation of my faith rather than the source of my life. I thought that if this āgod ideaā could be satisfied by my small offerings that I gave hesitantly and without thought, I could run away with blessings. Yet, all (capital g) God really wanted was heart, which I never once considered to offer.Ā
Senior Ken also didnāt care to share all of this. I signed up for LYTE team again because thatās what I did for the past 2 years. I continued going to church because thatās what I did for my whole life. I made it clear to the world that I was the same āChristian Kenā as ever because thatās what mattered to me. I didnāt care for anything else. In the back of my mind, I justified myself saying, āeven if I donāt feel like a Christian on the inside, God can still use my actions for His willā. And thus I began senior year with this sentiment, again caught up with the same old cycle of doing things for God instead of dwelling with God. To be clear, Iām positive God used me for good ( āYou take what the enemy meant for evil/ And You turn it for goodā) even when I didnāt feel a fire for God, for the Church, or for my brothers and sisters.Ā
To this end, I want to write a confession and a request for forgiveness to those that I may have hurt, may have neglected, or may have deceived during this time. Psalm 139:24 sings, āSee if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlastingā. God really struggled with me when I began reflecting upon my senior year, and He showed me the offensive ways that were within me and how there has always been a better way, a way everlasting.Ā
This conveniently leads to me arriving on campus at the University of Michigan. After surviving a turbulent time as a senior and a summer that quickly came to an end, I was promptly placed on the bottom of the academic totem pole once again. To be honest, I wasnāt really sure I wanted to stay Christian in college. After all that time of faking it, I wasnāt sure I was going to make it. I was just tired, tired of trying so hard, tired of keeping a reputation, and tired of failing again and again. I resigned myself to the fact that if I was going to keep sinning, I could at least drop the act. But God had different plans; He wasnāt going to give me up so easily.Ā
One after the other, opportunities came up for me to join a fellowship and a church. Whether it was Will and Anthony bringing me around, going church hopping with some friends, or attending the welcome events of various on-campus fellowships, the beginning of my freshman year was quite busy with other Christians. Soon, I fell in love with the people of Harvest Mission Community Church of Ann Arbor. It was refreshing to not have the burden of serving and the burden of doing. I simply showed up one night to a small-group gathering and the leaders accepted me with open arms and a warm smile. All around me were brothers and sisters dedicated to living life on life with other believers. I was overwhelmed by how hospitable they were from the get-go. But God didnāt merely use this as an opportunity to fill my social needs, but He also made it clear that this was a time of refocusing and restructuring of my faith...bottom up.
The first thing God taught me was that He places specific people in my life to remind me that He is still faithfully working in my life. God placed older brothers and sisters that were unashamed of their past, their sins, and their shortcomings. For some of them, it was their years in undergrads. For others, it was only a year before. Nevertheless, they just poured out their lives to me, and by the end of it, I was enamored by how faithful they had stayed with God, and how faithful God had stayed with them.Ā
Constant encounters with Godās faithful eventually struck me deep in the heart. I couldnāt help but begin to feel curious about who exactly God was and how God could work in such great ways. This curiosity was a first for me and marked a time in which I had to rediscover my faith.Ā
A popular saying in my church is that, āYou have to rediscover your faith in every new life stageā. For me, I rediscovered my faith through the Word. I realized that in the past, it was rare for the words of the Bible to actually mean anything to my life. Nothing really struck me deep, nor did the Word change how I viewed my life. For me, it was like reading a textbook for an exam and to be forgotten by next semester. Yet, when I picked up the Word again after a few-month hiatus, I started to pick up different things from the same words. Iām confident that God, in restoring my soul and my life, also gave me a new set of eyes because words began to jump out and invade my life like never before. For example, the first chapter of James held me speechless. Trials in life donāt merely happen to you. They are actually the building blocks to our faith, and when we have remained steadfast under trial, we are left more complete and satisfied in God than ever before. How wonderful it is to know that not only is God guiding us through tumultuous times, but in fact there is an end-goal. The second thing I learned is that God is purposeful, a master in His craft, and truly all-knowing. God, in control of all things, all the waves of the storm, is also meticulously in control of my life amidst the storms.Ā
āGod the Fatherā is a common saying in the Christian community. For me, I never understood what it meant for God to be my Father. It has always been hard for me to picture God, the creator of the universe and all that dwells in it, is also my very own father. But through the Word, I was finally catching on to what āGod the Fatherā meant. Going back to my newfound curiosity for the Word and for God himself, I came to understand that the Word was providing a sense of assurance that I never knew existed before. The Word wasnāt just a sacred text outlining religious doctrines, but more importantly it is the way God communicates His love for us, both on a humanity scale as well as a personal level. The last part in particular resonated with me when I came into the presence of God in complete desperation. I just came back onto campus from winter break, and our church started a two week period of fasting. In the process of abstaining from meats, God met me through the Word and showed me that He is a good Father by providing, not food, but spiritual nourishment. During the time of fasting, I was feeling, in general, very fatigued and without motivation. In Michigan, it was getting colder and darker every day, and my mood was downtrodden to say the least. But in my weakest moment, God the Father came to give me a pick-me-up, and led me in deep prayer and devotional time, which established a long-running routine of daily reflection that lasted the whole semester. God the Father was both disciplining and maturing me through a time of fasting and repentance, but He also couldnāt help himself from embracing me through Biblical breakthroughs. The third thing I learned was that God is my heavenly Father.Ā
Hereās a quick recap: I learned that God places people in my life to remind me of His work, that God is in control of my life because He has not brought me this far to abandon me, and finally that He is a good Father for doing so. These three points combine to ultimately culminate to my missionās experience. Feel free to read my Final Support Letter Update (itās in the Empower Facebook, you just gotta scroll down). In that letter, I talked about God shattering my heart into pieces because God needed to restructure my heart for His people, His broken people. This sentiment has stayed strong coming out of missions. Truly, I am the clay and God is the potter. He forms me according to His will and when I get too dry and brittle, about to break under the weight of this world, God nourishes me, satisfies me with the everlasting water, and keeps working with me to form me into His beautiful creation. In the same way, God is in pursuit of my heart. God knew that my heart was stretched all over the place for things of the world. In His infinite wisdom, He knew that the only way for me to continue dwelling with Him is to break my heart into pieces, refine it, and shape it again. āCount it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothingā (James 1:2-4). My heart had holes, scars, wounds keeping me from loving Him, the Church, other people, and even myself. Apathy, bitterness, and neglect were just the product of my ruined heart. But God wants my heart to be complete, lacking in nothing. God chose to pursue my heart, and in the process mended it.
This was all said not to show that itās all rainbows and sunshine since my semester ended. In fact, with the quarantine situation and all, itās been harder than ever to be motivated for God and His word. But, the beauty of God and His relentless nature is that He continues to pursue me when I donāt feel like pursuing Him. He meets me where I am at, more than halfway and beckons for me. Iāve gone through the trial of my senior year, and I now know that I can go through it again, this time holding fast to the God that is in pursuit of my heart.