Like my fellow author Isaiah K., I will inundate this post with pictures and words of wisdom!
Last night, the upperclassmen bros of our homegroup headed to the beach for a precious time of fellowship and relaxation. I can’t tell you the name of the beach, however, because it is our super secret hangout place. Also, I don’t even know the name of the beach in the first place, so there! (All I know is that it’s in Alameda next to Sushi House).
Anyways, you can’t have a satisfactory day at the beach without having played the manliest of all sports: whiffle ball (in essence, it is exactly the same as baseball, but you are permitted to use a giant bat so that you can never strike out, unless you have no hand-eye coordination at all).
Here is our dramatic, boyband fadeaway shot.
This particular brother was not dressed properly for whiffleball, explaining why his athletic performance was so dismally appalling.
Either Kevan is explaining the rules for whiffleball and Jerome just threw the ball at someone, or they’re attempting a very sloppy performance of our homegroup’s infamous Jai Ho dance.
Either Joe is strategizing how to win the game and Hugo is approximating the distance between the bases, or they are doing the Robot dance quite well.
Kevan was complaining that the pitcher’s throws were too arbitrary and impossible to hit, but I don’t think he really has a right to complain when the width of his bat is bigger than his arms.
The two teams had a very intense skirmish on the sand, but ultimately Kevan’s team won by a fairly small margin. I can honestly say that my team lost only because of one, unnamed particular brother (he is part of the staff and his name rhymes with Freddie Lung) who lacked any kind of accuracy in his throws whatsoever. Fortunately, the rest of the team’s amassed skills saved us from being totally crushed into the sand, and we lost only by 2 points.
Unnamed brother (whose name rhymes with Freddie Lung and is wearing a green jacket so that no one can identify him by his torso) contemplates how on earth he destroyed his own team’s chances of winning the whiffleball game.
By this time, the fiery orb that we humans like to call the sun gradually sank behind the silhouettes of San Francisco’s skyscrapers. As we sat on the sand and marveled at the beauty of the scene, Kevan abruptly told us that he brought us to see the sunset because he believed that it symbolized the end of our undergrad college years (suddenly that sunset didn’t seem so wonderful and magical).
In all seriousness though, the juniors and seniors took turns saying what their summer and post-grad plans were, and we hoped the best for each other’s plans. But no matter what happens, we know that God has something planned for us.
The few, the proud, the upperclassmen brothers of HG KJ.
The few, the shameless, the wackos of HG KJ. It’s one thing for two guys to complete the heart shape, but it’s just plain weird and sad when one guy does it by himself.
After our time at the beach, we grabbed our dinners to-go from the neighboring plaza (is it just me, or does the Chipotle in Alameda give way smaller burritos than the one in Berkeley?) and headed back to Central to watch Ajith Fernando’s message on the sovereignty of God during suffering. Personally, I was really blessed by Dr. Fernando’s encouraging words and stories of heroes of faith who never gave up on their vision for God. After all, if God transformed Jesus’ humiliating and excruciatingly painful execution on the cross into the greatest triumph over sin in all of history, does He not wield the power and wisdom to change the trials and suffering we are enduring into something wonderful and priceless? Dr. Fernando himself said that the sovereignty of God will not become so obvious after just one day, but we must have the patience and faith to know that God will surely change our circumstances into something beautiful.
And this concludes the end of this post. Persevere in your studies and don’t ditch class!
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