Hacksaw Ridge Review

Disclaimer: I'm not a movie critic I'm just some dude on the internet who had an opportunity to see an early screening of Hacksaw Ridge and now I'm giving my thoughts on it (spoiler free).

The synopsis: WWII American Army Medic Desmond T. Doss (Andrew Garfield), who served during the Battle of Okinawa, refuses to kill people and becomes the first Conscientious Objector in American history to be awarded the Medal of Honor.

Hacksaw Ridge is a faith-based war movie, which sounds like a conundrum. And to our main protagonist (Desmond Doss) it absolutely was. The first two-thirds of the film sets up our main character and his fight to not bear arms despite voluntarily enlisting in the army. After being allowed to do so, not without many objections from both his peers and superiors, was "free to run into the hell fire of battle without a single weapon to protect" himself. The final act shows how one man's faithfulness to his conviction can alter the course of history.

The Bad

There are a couple of issues I have with this movie. First, although I believe Doss to have good intentions with his nonviolent stance, I believe the bible makes a clear distinction between warfare as a function of the state to protect the people and murder, which is often driven by the motive of personal vengeance or covetousness. This distinction was briefly addressed in a throwaway line and was never touched upon again. It's possible fleshing out this idea would've distracted from the main point of the story so I understand why it was underdeveloped.

The second issue I had with this film was Doss' faith itself, which is the main thrust of the movie. For us Christians we can understand what a personal relationship with the Lord looks like. We understand following deep conviction. However, for non-believers or people who are not deeply religious I'm not sure they would understand Doss' motive. There was a scene that attempted to reveal his motive for nonviolence but it didn't connect with me. I believe that particular scene could've been replace with a better one to illustrate how Doss developed his conviction. In addition, it would've enhanced Doss' faith if he were to quote a couple of bible passages applicable to arduous situations he found himself in by standing firm on his conviction. There were several scenes where he was simply sitting and reading his bible demonstrating his devotion but that was it. If Doss where to even whisper a couple of verses under his breath to show how he draws strength from his devotion it would've added flesh to his faith (see what I did there 😜). I have suggestions but I don't want to spoil anything.

The Good

Some may take this as a stance of anti-war. It is not. Doss himself said the war was a just cause and wanted to find ways he could serve. It was the bombing at Pearl Harbor that inspired him to enlist. He never came off with an unearned moral sense of superiority but with genuine humility and a deep desire to serve his country. As I mentioned before, Doss' faith is the main thrust of this film and although he is the protagonist his character largely remained static throughout the movie. Doss never wavered (although he had doubts) in his conviction, while they may somewhat be misguided, he remained true to himself in the face of mounting odds and strenuous circumstances. The true marvel of this film is first, Doss' perseverance and persistence to remain faithful to God regardless of the situation or consequences. The second, although Doss' character does not change in development, it's his unwavering commitment to what he believes to be right and the manner by which he lived out that conviction in the most dire of situations that changed everyone around him and ultimately inspired them into battle.

As a Christian, I left with a deeper sense of gratitude for the people who gave their life and limb in the serve of this country so we can be free and enjoy the comforts of our everyday lives. I can never be reminded too often of that sacrifice and never honor it enough when given the opportunity. But what truly sets this movie apart from "just another war movie" is how one man's faith saved countless lives and inspired others to achieve greater acts of valor where otherwise incapable. During basic training nearly Doss' entire unit hated him. They mocked him. They beat him. But when we arrive near the end of the final act with the battle reaching the tipping point every single man within Doss' entire battalion said, "We will not go without you."

It's the dramatic change in others around Doss and the journey to get there, which makes it riveting. I left wondering if I would ever have the fortitude to stand firm in my convictions even in the face of near certain death the same way Doss did. We hope to inspire and advance the cause for Christ but it's so abundantly clear it's not when things are easy but it's when the entire world is crumbling and we stand firm because we stand on a strength outside of ourselves and while standing on that strength is when the world will shout in unison saying, "We want that." It's a strength beyond human comprehension and a peace that surpasses understanding; a strength filled with compassion that prays, "Please Lord, let me get one more."

In short, there are some flaws within the film. But overall it's worth seeing. Go watch an amazing story and let me know what you think.

Words of Encouragement 10.01.2016

I received this from an email from one of my pastors at Grace EV Free La Mirada.

I’ve been greatly encouraged by Paul Miller in his book A Praying Life: Connecting with God in a Distracting World. Here are a few stirring quotations:

"You need space to be together. Efficiency, multitasking, and busyness all kill intimacy. In short, you can’t get to know God on the fly."

"If you are not praying, then you are quietly confident that time, money, and talent are all you need in life. You’ll always be a little too tired, a little too busy. But if, like Jesus, you realize you can’t do life on your own, then no matter how busy, no matter how tired you are, you will find the time to pray."

"Get to bed. What you do in the evening will shape your morning.”

"We look at the inadequacy of our praying and give up, thinking something is wrong with us. God looks at the adequacy of his Son and delights in our sloppy, meandering prayers."

I always appreciate my Christian family sending out words of encouragement to inspire me and drive me to a deeper intimacy with the Almighty. I sent this out in a few text messages to other brothers in the faith and they were also encouraged. We can't do Christianity "on the fly."

It's impossible.

I've notice in my personal life the times I've experience the peace of God and the elation of His sovereign joy the most is when I can't get enough of His word, which causes me to contemplate His heart and mind in prayer. It produces an overflowing desire to love others through prayer and deed.

Conversely, the times when I am most stressful, irritated, and self-centered are the times when I am "a little too busy" or "a little too tired" to pursue God as I ought. The simple act of getting to bed at a decent hour so we can start the day in prayer and in His word is not overly complicated yet intricate because of the sinful nature. As a result, these reminders are essential in order to recalibrate our soul to what is proper and right. I thought it was worth posting here. Be encouraged and fight the good fight.

Good Moms Night Out

Every couple of months I meet up with my friend Jason Smith at Mike’s burgers to catch up on life. We attend the same church, however, we rarely get to talk on Sunday mornings because we’re too busy chasing our kids around making sure they don’t run into the parking lot or fall down the steep stairs in the entry way. As it turns out, Sunday mornings at church isn’t the best time to connect with people when you have small children.

Therefore, we try and connect over bacon and coffee and get into each other’s lives. A couple of months ago we talked about a variety of topics from the election and the state of the Middle East to our struggles and difficulties being a husband and father. There are certain individuals who I spend time with who build me up, and I always leave encouraged by their fellowship. Jason is one of them. During our time together we tried to figure out a way we can love our wives well.

Then it hit us.

I told him, “You know we are able to hang out right now because our wives are watching our children?” He replied with an uninspiring, “Yep.”

“Do not forsake her, and she will keep you; love her, and she will guard you” (Prov. 4:6).

We then decided to arrange a night where our wives could have a free night to hang out with each other. The husbands coordinate a night where we can stay home with our kids and the women work out what they want to do. We are committed to doing this at least once a month. It has since grown to three or four wives getting together and fellowshipping with one another.

My reasons for wanting to do this are as followed:

1. As Christian men we are commended to love our wives well. This is one way to do it.

2. As a Christian man, I know I need other godly men in my life. This holds true with women as well. My hope would be the ladies in this group would leave encouraged and built up while they talk about their personal struggles. Hopefully they won’t complain about their husbands too much.

3. It fosters community within the body of Christ.

4. It’s not tied into an official ministry. I hope we get out of the mentality that we need some type of churched sanctioned infrastructure in order to love people well. We certainly need programs but I also believe we can be creative while being intentional about thinking outside our normal routines in order to build one another up.

5. I hope this inspires others within my own church (and other churches) to come together and figure out different ways to love one another with wisdom.

In doing this it has given me a deeper appreciation for my wife. While she’s out, and I get three children four years of age and under all screaming at the same time about different things I wonder what I got myself into. But I also wonder “How does my wife do this everyday? How does anyone do this?” I’m sure the other husbands going through the same thing will hate me for getting them into this. But look at this as a long-term investment. When your wife experiences the enrichment of being around other godly women on a consistent basis that’s going to directly impact you in a positive way. Maybe my wife will be more willing to make me a sandwich in the middle of the night when I get hungry. It’s a win-win.

Also, when I see the excitement of the women planning together knowing they’ll get a free night to themselves, it brings delight to my soul that I was able to be a part of facilitating the opportunity. I could only imagine how much it delights the Lord. It’s probably more delightful than a tasty sandwich in the middle of the night.

What My Mom Taught Me About Politics Without Mentioning Politics

I wouldn’t be where I’m at today without my mom. Her endless devotion and tireless work ethic laid a solid foundation for my sister and I. My mom provided for us so we could go to school without worrying about our financial situation. We were able to attend and finish college in order to give us more opportunities when we entered the job market. But that’s not all my mom did, she taught me about politics without ever mentioning politics.

Background:

My mom came over as an immigrant (legally) because my biological father was abusive and didn’t provide for us. He kept gambling his money away and my mom couldn’t wait around for him to get his act together. She had children to support and provide for, so she came to the United States.

She didn’t know the language or the culture very well but had a relentless desire to make sure her children were provided for. She took odd jobs like waitressing, store clerk, etc. My uncle Mark had already bought into the 7-Eleven franchise and gave my mom the same idea. She never finished high school and only had an 8th grade education but that didn’t deter her. She would work 16-hour days and save up money in order to have enough equity to buy into her own store. I remember her sleeping in the back office on an awful uncomfortable folding steel recliner between shifts. It was probably worth no more than $0.99.

My mom was eligible for welfare but didn’t use it because she felt she could work and earn the money herself. I could imagine that when people would come into the store with their food stamps and buy a 0.25 pack of gum in order to collect the change and spend it on lottery tickets and liquor it would infuriate her. Were there people who really needed the assistance? Sure. But were there people that gamed the system? Absolutely. (The government has since gotten rid of the food stamp system, thankfully). My mom worked hard, became an American citizen, and paid her taxes like everyone else.

Achievement:

After many years, my mom finally saved enough money to purchase her own store. She did this through work hard. She didn’t complain about rich people not being taxed enough or spend any time figuring out ways to make them less successful in order for her life to be easier. She didn’t believe in the “Gender Wage Gap” myth. She didn’t believe external mystical forces were against her somehow oppressing her at every turn. Everywhere she worked she faced challenges. Men harassed her, angry customers used racial slurs against her, she didn’t know the language and the culture well, and she lacked the traditional education most people had. However, none of those things stopped her from working. Although my father abandoned us she never spoke ill of my father or played the victim card. She overcame every single hurdle through hard work and determination.

My mom finally became a business owner and ingratiated herself within the community. Everyone knew her by name. I’m sure if the Affordable Care Act and the minimum wage hike had been instituted back then they, would have been more hurdles for my mom to overcome (although I know she would’ve found a way).

I will forever be grateful for what she did for us. I know it couldn’t have been easy. She later told me two things when I become an adult that I’ll never forget. First, she told me how much she regretted “not being there for us” when we were children. I didn’t understand this initially because my sister and I always affirmed her and clearly told her we understood she had to provide for the family. It was only later I knew she meant that she missed out on “being a mom” and the joys of watching her children grow.

The second story she told me when I became an adult was a time she came to the end of her rope and parked the car and broke down emotionally. She was alone and had nothing. She contemplated suicide. The reason why she didn’t go through with it was the faint sounds of two small children in the back of the car saying, “Mom, were hungry. Can we have McDonalds?” She then realized that she couldn’t give up because it would be giving up on her children, so she continued to work.

When she became a Christian her business was up and running and she was doing well for herself. She was able to spend months at a time in Thailand visiting family and enjoying the motherland. She was one of the most generous people I’ve ever known. She spent more and more of her time sharing the gospel with people and inviting them to church because she didn’t have to work 16-hour days anymore. She also helped people in need because she lived below her means and was able to do so.

As a result, when I hear politicians (on either side) say they are going to fix our problems, I find it disingenuous. When they say “the system is rigged” or “you are an oppressed victim and we’ll fix it” I often think about my mother. I wonder how her life (and ours) would’ve turned out if she bought into those types of narratives and simply waited around for some politician to rescue her.

Final Thoughts:

Certainly the government has some role to play in our lives. We do need some regulations in order to prevent fraud and the breaking of contracts. My mom paid her taxes every year and enjoyed the community roads and local law enforcement to assist in neighborhood safety. She didn’t talk about politics much although she would mention her disdain of certain candidates here and there (she became a true American). I never heard her breakdown her philosophy of economics or any other political talking point for that matter. But her life made it abundantly clear what she believed. And when she passed away, it wasn’t only her friends and family who mourned but an entire community. People recognized her work ethic and gracious charity. Members of the community as well as local law enforcement attended her funeral. She did all this as a female, legal immigrant, single mother and with only an 8th grade education.

My sister has a beautiful picture of my mother in the office. The same office she slept in during those 16-hour shifts. It’s still difficult for me, to this day, to be in that office looking at that picture and realize she’s gone. My mother was a victim but never had the victim mentality. She didn’t demand “safe places” when her feelings were hurt, although I wish there had been “safe places” when my father beat her and when my stepfather continued to beat her. She didn’t have time to organize protest marches or figure out ways to disrupt other people’s lives in order to be “heard” but she paid her taxes and voted. In a lot of ways, considering the sad state of political affairs, I’m glad she’s home with Jesus. Of course I miss her dearly and her shining example is not lost on me.

40th Birthday

My wife has been asking me for weeks, "What do you want to do for your birthday?" I would apathetically response with, "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." She would then ask, "But it's your 40th birthday. Don't you want to do something?" I would again apathetically reply, "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."

I understand that turning 40 years old is a big deal but I haven't really cerebrated my birthday for years and didn't feel the urgency to put any thought on this particular one. I was perfectly content to let it go by like the rest of my birthdays. Unbeknownst to me, my wife decided to plan a surprise birthday party for me. A good thing for her I'm an idiot and didn't catch any of the clues that were littered all over the place.

First, she said a couple friend of ours, who recently got engaged, were having an "engagement party" and invited us. I just methodically put the event in my phone and said, "Ok" without taking the minute to think, "Wait a minute. People don't have 'engagement parties!'" During the same week of this party one of my best friends (Bryan), who lives in Portland, had to fly in for some "training for work." Another childhood friend (Dom) said he wanted to drop by and see the both of us. As it turns out, they were both in on this surprise party.

So the three us, along with several friends from high school, had a mini reunion and had a great time catching up. As it turns out, they were all in on it as well. I even mentioned to my buddies, "Hey do you want to go to this engagement party? My wife is making go." They were nice enough to attend. As we were pulling up the house, I noticed a lot of cars parked up and down the street. I said to myself, "They're never going to surprise Eric and Crista (the couple that was engaged) with these many cars parked in front of the house." As I was walking towards the backyard I notice the number "40" on table covers everywhere and thought, "What does that 40 mean? Why would Eric and Crista care about the number 40?" As I turned the corner there were about 35-40 people, including Eric and Crista, who yelled, "Surprise!!!"

It took a second to register (still). I know, I know, I'm a total idiot. My wife planned and organized the whole thing. It was incredible. There were friends and family all over the place. I was met with warm embraces, greetings, and hugs. Some of my friends I have not seen in a while and were absolutely elated to have them there. My daughters came running out greeting with complete excited yelling "Daddy, daddy!" Spending the rest of the evening with the friends and family and watching everyone enjoy themselves was a complete delight. There were several things going through my mind (some of which I'm still processing).

Here are some quick thoughts:

- The Journey to get here
People were invited to pray for me. Some of my closest friends took the charge and prayed and gave thanks to the Lord for the work He has done in my life. Different friends shared the different things God has worked in my life. There were prayers that mentioned me being a young angry boy, even being angry at God, to now becoming a man who stewards his time and family well and impacting so many lives it beyond the people who were there was extremely touching. When you fight everyday to simply be faithful each day you some times miss the big picture. Some times you miss the culmination of things. It's good to stop and reflect at what got you here and grow in appreciation of the journey.

- God's Grace
When I say "culmination" I, by no means, mean I'm at the highest point in my life. No way. I have a long way to go. But the present is a culmination of God's grace. As we continue to live in His grace we will continue to experience God's grace exponentially and ultimately culminate when we are in His presence. I got a glimpse of heavily fellowship. It's a birthday I'll never forget.

- My wife did this
No one has ever done anything like that for me before. I'm truly amazed at the beauty of my wife. She constantly reminds me of God's grace because of how undeserving I am to receive such a blessing. She put in the work weeks ago. When we stopped for the moment for her to greet everyone she said, "Knowing Junior, instead of receiving any type of gift(s) he would much rather be around the people he truly cares about. Thank you all for coming." I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. It was so clear that my wife loved me. I never had doubts about that but for her to go above and beyond the way she did was truly amazing.

I want to give a special thanks to my wife.

Katie,
You've loved me well the moment you decided you wanted to be with me. I'm so deeply grateful at your daily work and sacrifice to serve our family. You are beautiful beyond measure. You are intelligent with precision. You are godly with a heart of worship. You could've been anything you wanted. And you wanted to be my wife and the mother of our children. You excel at it in ways I've lost count and even able to describe. Thank you again for this wonderful gift, the gift that will never be forgotten because it was from you. I love you (and I hope the party didn't cost too much).

It Was Another Day at the Gym. Until . . .

As I'm getting older I'm realizing more and more how sad the world truly is. You only have to follow the news or politics for about 20 minutes to realize that. As I'm finding the intrinsic value of being up on current events and political affairs I also find myself being weighed down with several hot topic issues. Sometimes I feel completely helpless with regards to truly impacting the world. I'm often left thinking, "Does my life really matter if I can't make an impact?" It's been depressing. I feel Christianity is losing and has lost cultural influence throughout the years and it only seems to be getting worse. I've even approached friends and mentors from church seeking how best to handling things.

Then yesterday happened. My normal routine is to go to the gym after work. Yesterday was no different. Once I arrived in the gym parking lot I realized I had absolutely no energy. I was down right exhausted and simply wanted to go home and take a nap. But I had this innate feeling I would regret it. So I dragged myself out of the car and begrudgingly grabbed my gym and started walking into the gym. It was "Leg Day" so it wasn't going to be an easy workout. My regular course of procedure commenced in the changing of my clothes, warming up, and wondering if I did the right thing by walking into the gym.

Afterwards, I began my workout and proceeded to greet several of the guys I bump into during that time at the gym. I greeted them by name and felt my acquaintances were usually high this day. I kept pushing through my workout and starting to gain more and more energy as I went. Finally, when I was done with my workout and started warming down I took a quick peek at the basketball courts to see who were playing. I ran into a couple of more acquaintances and we started chatting and talking about sports and different types of workouts.

Another individual approached us and joined the conservation. He and the person I was talking to started speaking about a mutual friend they had. This mutual friend just got out of jail and had some rough times. Both of them started saying how "thankful they were for God" then my ears perked up. I started listening more intently and they basically started sharing their testimony and how God saved them from a life of hardship by avoiding troubling situations and bad influences. They started preaching and I was the choir shouting "Amen!" All of us started nodding our heads like we were listening to Rap music. We were basking in the glory of God and what He saved us from. It was corporate worship at the basketball courts.

When I left the gym I couldn't help but kept thinking about that moment and the moments that led up to it. I walked into the gym discouraged about the state of the world and how I felt helpless to do anything about it. Then I greeted several people, people I have met over time by simply being at the gym consistently. I know their names and hear their stories and I realize there are "7,000 that have not bowed to Baal".

The fact that it was one of my better workouts was irrelevant. I was excited about meeting a couple of other brothers in Christ. And I look forward to hearing more about their story and hopefully get the opportunity to share that with others at the gym as well. No, I don't have to run for office or have a platform with thousands of people listening to make an impact. I've been able to build relationships naturally through being consistent over a long period of time. That's what being faithful is about; being consistent through long periods of time.

I was deeply encouraged by something so routine like going to the gym. It was an amazing reminder that it doesn't matter who we are or what kind of position we hold but who we have in Christ because He's the treasure we share and in the course of sharing that treasure we make an impact.

What College Kids Can do Now to help Prepare for a Successful Financial Future

I recently had the opportunity to do a quick write and offer some tips for colleges students regarding preparing them for a successful financial future. So I'll go ahead and post it here. I hope you find this helpful.

Hello,

My name is Junior Jamreonvit. I've been a financial rep for 5 years now. I'm currently an independent broker/dealer at Capital Choice Financial Solutions. I've taken my Personal Finance classes at UCLA and currently hold my securities and insurance licenses. Finally, I am a Dave Ramsey Endorsed Local Provider for investing.


Addressing your topic, "What College Kids Can do Now to help Prepare for a Successful Financial Future":

- Have a Written Budget

You need to track your spending. You can either "tell your money where to go or wonder where it went." If you don't even know if you have a positive cash flow or not how are you ever going to get ahead with money? You need a budget. There are several apps you could download on your phone that could help you with this (e.g., YNAB - You Need A Budget). Be proactive at the beginning of each month have your categories down (e.g., expenses, food, etc) and know exactly where your money is going.

- Emergency Fund

This will be difficult for college students because you probably don't have a lot of money to spare to begin with but you need an emergency fund. Try and save anywhere between $300-$500 and put it in a savings account or money market. It's an account that is liquid so you can access it quickly. This money is for "emergencies" (e.g., car repair) because life happens. If you had a sudden car repair that required $250 but didn't have the money you would probably charge it on your credit card, which is probably charging you anywhere between 15-18%. If you had the cash you could save on the interest.

- Get Out of Debt Plan

If you're a college student you will probably have some form of debt (e.g., student loans, car payment, credit card, etc). Try and avoid debt when possible (look at the above example). Put all your debt on paper (this should be a part of your written budget) and line them up from smallest balance to the largest. If you could get extra work and make some extra or save some extra money somehow throw the extra into the smallest debt amount you have until it's gone then rollover that payment into the next debt. For example, if you had a $50 monthly payment on a credit card with a balance of $300 but you decided to pay $100 per month to pay it off quicker, once you pay off that credit card you rollover that $100 you just freed up into the next debt (e.g., car payment) in order to pay that off quicker. Dave Ramsey calls this the "Debt Snowball."

If you stick to these basic principles they don't change once you leave college. The numbers will change because you'll get a better paying job (hopefully) but if you stick to this plan you will have built into your habits financial success.

Baby Update May 2, 2016

Hello everyone. Instead of me answering the questions, "How's your wife?" and "How's the baby?" fifty different times a day I'm going to give you guys a quick update here.

Our son's due date was scheduled April 29. It's May 2 and he decided he rather stay instead of getting up and start working.

Typical.

We do have an induction schedule for May 6 (this Friday) in the late evening. So if our little guy doesn't come before then the doctors are smoking him out this weekend. My wife is doing fine but she's extremely uncomfortable. I imagine being 40 weeks pregnant would be somewhat confining. It's not a total surprise that our third child is late. Our first child, Joelle, was 6 days late. Our second child, Alaina, was 8 days late. So our boy being late just confirms he's a part of the family.

Waiting around for a baby to come isn't new to us. But I do feel badly for my wife who has to basically sleep with a basketball in her belly. Honestly though, there's a little part of me that wants the little guy to come during his scheduled induction so we could see Civil War. "Hey honey, how about a movie and a baby tonight?" How often do you get to ask that question?

The things remaining on my "to-do" list is . . . well . . . nothing really. I only need my phone. It has everything. My bible, books, twitter, music, etc. The only thing I really need is to pack junk food. But I'm sure there's an app for that.

We'll keep you posted right here! Thanks for your support and prayers.

Minimum Wage drove me to Maximum Performance

I’ve often dreamed about “Things I rather be doing” throughout the day. I think most people do. To some extent, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. It’s good to have plans and dreams. When it gets problematic is when you are not fully attending to your present responsibilities. Discontentment could be good in the sense that if you are a lousy state of affairs and want to get out. For example, if you’re working at a minimum wage job and you realize you don’t want to make peanuts for the rest of your life and start making plans to better yourself like going to college or trade school in order to acquire marketable skills to improve your life.

That’s what happened to me. I was working at my mom’s 7-Eleven store for two years after high school for $10 an hour. A friend playfully joked that I was “going to be behind the register for the rest of my life.” He didn’t intend to be mean-spirited about it but it did hit a nerve in that I really thought about that possibility of working in this same job for the rest of my life and immediately wanted to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

The prospect of working at that store for the rest of my life drove me to the decision to attend college. Don’t get me wrong, I will be eternally grateful for that store because it was the vehicle by which our mom provided for us. But that doesn’t mean I needed to make it my life-long career. I didn't want to put up with rude, ungrateful, and classless people (not all of them were like that but there were plenty) and gang members constantly making beer runs and bums demanding free food for the rest of my life.

Keep in mind I was a terrible high school student who only graduated because my high school wanted to get rid of me (I don’t blame them). I applied to Rio Hondo Junior College in Whittier, took all the necessary required documents, and took all the pre-tests in order to qualify for college level classes. I’ve never worked so hard in my life and hadn’t even started college yet. Rio Hondo sits on a side of a mountain and the parking lot wraps around that mountain so when you park you have to walk up hill for about two blocks (sometimes three depending how busy it is) and by the time you get to class you felt like you’ve attended a stair master class.

Did that deter me? No. Every time I thought about quitting I kept thinking about working at 7-Eleven for the rest of my life and it gave me renewed fervor. In short, I transferred to Biola University and graduated with a bachelor and two masters degrees. I eventually completed my teaching credential and my personal financial planning classes in order to because a teacher and personal financial planner.

What’s the point of all this? Well, when I finally took responsibility for my own life it gave me a clear direction. I didn’t ask the government to fix my problems or give me a better life. I racked up student loans but I did something crazy. I paid it back and didn’t ask someone else to do that. Sometimes being uncomfortable could be a good thing. It drove me to a better place. I have freedoms and liberties that I currently have that I would not have had if I simply stayed working at a minimum wage job. It was a great place to start to teach me discipline and responsibility.

As a public school teacher, I have a good salary and great benefits. I am able to provide for my family. As a financial planner, I could choose to work with people I want to. I encounter rude and difficult people all. The difference now is I could choose to not work with them. It's within my right to do so. You don’t have that freedom as a clerk in a convenient store. You have to serve the person in front of you.

Let discomfort drive you to a better place. As Tim Grover said, “You don’t have to love the hard work. You just have to crave the end result so intensely that the work becomes irrelevant.” It takes nothing short of hard work to experience these freedoms. No one else is going to do it for you. “Patience is bitter, but its’ fruit is sweet.”

Two Years of Joy

So my little Alaina Joy just turned two. I remember the night she first came into the world and joined our blessed family. Being a parent is difficult. Anyone who is a parent would agree 1,000%. The idea of being parent is difficult for most people. Even when I was single I could understand in the abstract that being a parent would be extremely difficult and an endeavor I wanted to postpone as long as humanly possible. However, inevitability arrived a few short years after I got married to my beautiful wife. My motto of "avoiding responsibility" was completely and utterly obliterated. There is no avoiding it once you have children.

You see I've viewed, for much of my life, children as a necessary evil. It was a joyless "We have to have them because that's what people do" mentality. I even lazily attempted to find some goodness in having children but still ultimately viewed them as symbols of subjugation, restriction of leisure, and constraints towards happiness. I had a wife to take care of, a mortgage to pay, a lawn to mow, a dog to walk, and I was trying to start my own business. Where did having children fit into all of this?

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Good people in my life tried to tell me that being a parent is "character building." But character didn't matter to a self-absorbed idiot like myself. In my immaturity I thought "happiness" was "freedom from responsibility." That is a great lie the devil and the world tells every young person. Sadly, most of us buy into it and ultimately never truly grow up. Certainly there are people without children who are mature and godly. I'm talking about dismissing fatherhood as if it were banishment from "real freedom." In reality, I was hiding a deep seeded fear underneath this fake tough guy bravado. It was a fear that I might turn out to be like my dad (Summary: He wasn't around). It was masking my own feelings of inadequacies at being a father. Any type of major life change is scary to a child. And I was a child in fear of major change.

So what happened?

Parenting is embarrassing, exhilarating, and down right exhausting. It touches the entire emotional spectrum of the human soul and in so doing it awakens emotional senses within you and it expands your capacity for greater love. Like most things that happen in life, you either continue to avoid the responsibilities that have been given to you and fail or embrace them and thrive and watch yourself be transformed as the thing you dreaded (fatherhood) becomes the catalyst for greater heights of joy you never knew existed.

I love my children and I find joy in their joy. As a result, I learn to find joy in the joys of others, not just my own children. And when we truly "rejoice with those who rejoice" and experience it within community everyone shares in a joy inexpressible and unfading. I believe that's the way God designed a man to experience fatherhood. I've never been more affirmed in my manhood and my masculinity until I had the responsibility of taking care of a family, especially taking care of my children. I never thought that would be the case. But God clearly had other plans and I'm glad His plan always wins out.

Happy Birthday Alaina Joy! You are so dear to my heart and you've changed daddy's life forever. You motivate me to be a better man and a better father by your existence and just like your name you bring unspeakable joy to my life. I love you.

Anniversary 7.0

It’s been seven wonderful years that I’ve been married to the girl of my dreams. As we get older and watch our children grow, we occasionally glance at each other in silent amazement. As the years keep passing by I love my wife more and more. This year, I simply want to point out a few things I’ve learned about marriage so far in our seven short years together.

Before I start, you must remember that for a real view of any long term committed relationship, you have to forget almost every romantic movie you’ve ever seen. Actually, I think most of them are quite harmful to a marriage. The reason is that one of the most common complaints I hear from wives about their husbands is that “he isn’t romantic," which usually means the husband doesn't buy them flowers, chocolates, fancy jewelry or drive up in a limo to pick them up with all those things in hand like Richard Gere did for Julia Roberts at the end of “Pretty Woman.”

Now I’m not saying men shouldn’t make an effort to be romantic (they absolutely should), and though I occasionally do some of these things, riding up in a limo notwithstanding, I appreciate how my wife from time to time acknowledges the "little" things I do for her and the family. For example, she frequently will just say “thank you” for going to work everyday and providing for the family. Yeah, paying the bills and putting a roof over your head isn’t “romantic” or even that “exciting,” but the normalcy of a man’s faithfulness to provide shouldn’t go unappreciated. I think some women miss this, in that they are quick to point out flaws and slow to acknowledge the good their husbands actually do. Sure he may not bring home flowers that often but you wouldn’t care so much about flowers if you were homeless. With that said let the show begin.

Talk the Talk

I can’t begin to tell you how important it is to be able to talk to your spouse. I’m not even talking about the serious stuff, I’m talking about the non-essentials. My wife and I can talk about a spectrum of things. For example, we can talk about the Laker’s salary cap situation this summer and which free agents they should pursue to considering pre-school for our 3-year-old daughter. We can talk about upcoming movies and try and predict if they’re going to stink or be decent. We can talk about different books we’ve been reading and sermons we’ve been listening to online. It’s incredible that I truly feel I can talk to my wife about anything! I love that about my wife.

If you’re single and considering being in a committed relationship with someone ask yourself, “Can I talk to this person about anything?” because if you can’t what do you think you’ll be doing most of the time?

Character Above All

Being married to the right person is amazing. But being married to the wrong person could be absolutely miserable. “An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who brings shame is like rottenness in his bones” (Proverbs 12:4). There’s really no middle ground here. It’s far better to wait to get married then to rush in and marry someone you shouldn’t be marrying. Physical attraction certainly matters, but it’s a person’s character that determines the outcome of the marriage. What attracted me to my wife was her personal relationship with the Lord, her discipline to achieve her goals, and the clarity that she had with all of her life’s pursuits.

When a person knows what they want and those desires are godly ones, it’s a mark of a person with maturity and vision. I’ve met people who date others for dumb reasons (e.g., “We’d have good looking children.”) and those dumb reasons cost them dearly.

Through seven wonderful years, I always check in with my wife and make sure her needs are taken cared of. And as she continues to express her appreciation for me I make sure I do the same for her. It’s a superb place to be, doing life together with an amazing person is a gift from God. The appropriate response to such an astonishing gift is gratitude. My heart is filled with joy and purpose because I’m driven to be the best husband I can be to a wife that deserves no less. That’s the kind of person you want to marry. Someone who by their very nature drives you to be better than what you are.

Happy Anniversary!

Why Do Men Want Sons?

Why Do Men Want Sons?

It’s simple really. We want company of our own gender, to share male camaraderie, do yard work together or go play ball together. Some men want to replicate the relationship they had with their own fathers (e.g., go to ball games, fishing, etc) and some want to build a close relationship they never had with their dads. I would be the latter.

I’ve said before that I’ve often wondered what it would’ve been like if I had a caring father growing up. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry, maybe I would’ve learned how to deal with my emotions better, maybe I would’ve learned the lessons I’ve learned sooner and would’ve been better off today. Well, I actually get to see a glimpse of that in my son. I know my son will have his own identity and his own interests. But he will also have a faithful father. The crazy part is that I have no idea what’s it like to have a loving and caring biological father, someone who will be firm and kind and not just cruel and demanding. The prospect to be someone I needed when I was a child to my own son is a cherished opportunity.

There is always the risk of vicarious living through your child, especially between a father and son. It’s a natural desire to want to have common interest with your child in order to have a point of connection, but it gets unhealthy when the child feels things are forced on them. I joke around about my son not having a choice with playing basketball. Truthfully, I really hope he loves basketball. It’s the best sport in the world in my opinion. I imagine taking him to Laker games and teaching the history of the team and all the legends from years past. But if he’s not interested, it’s not the end of the world (at least that’s what I keep telling myself). If anything else, I have an excuse to play with toys again.

What is important is that he has a personal relationship with the Lord. Although my wife and I will influence him in that regard there’s no guarantee he will come to know the Lord. That’s my worst fear. But I take comfort in the fact that the Lord will love him far more than I could.

Mental Preparation

My New Testament Greek professor told us on the first day of class that if you know something is hard up front you will be better mentally prepared for it. And yes, Greek was hard. My wife has done an amazing job as a mother to our two girls. Throwing a son into the mix, with half of my DNA, will probably be pretty volatile. Raising a son will be hard. So here’s a running list of things I’m already preparing for mentally:

• Getting pee in the face when I change his diaper
• My son hitting me in the balls for no reason
• Our food bill tripling as he gets older
• Breaking everything in his path because he thinks it’s fun
• Constantly injuring himself because he can’t understand why he can’t fly
• Being too rough with his sisters
• His teacher telling me he can’t stay still, focus, or complete a task because he has too much energy
• Trying to make him understand that smoking pot isn’t good for him
• Getting a call in the middle of the night needing to get bailed out of jail

This list is a few things from the top of my head. My fragile mind can only take so much. I’m sure they’ll be other things that come up. But part of the wonder of parenthood is figuring it all out as you go.

Carrying on the Family Name

I never gave much thought about my name other than the fact that no one knows how to pronounce it. When I realized I may never have a son and my name would come to an end when my daughters married some idiot, it didn’t really matter to me because it was my father’s name. He wasn’t the most outstanding citizen so who cares about his name ending. Now that I’m about to have a son, it’s made me rethink that premise. How many times does one have the opportunity to completely change their family tree? It’s already started.

• My father was lazy and never wanted to work and lost all his money gambling.

• He was never there physically or emotionally. When we look back at old family photos he was visibly absent.

• I don’t have very many memories of him. I do have one vivid memory but I won’t write it here. Sorry, it’s hard to even write it down.

• We went through an extremely stressful time with my stepfather. He was much worse if you could believe that. I kept thinking, “If my father was here we wouldn’t be going through this.”

It took my heavenly Father to firmly break me of my pride, anger, and bitterness and kindly reveal His will for adopting me as His son and lavish me with His grace in order to change me and gain proper perspective on everything that’s happened. All the negative stuff that’s happened in my life has been used to drive me to be better at everything I do. I don’t use it as a license to walk around with a chip on my shoulder, but I use it as a reminder to avoid the path of my forefathers and forge a new legacy as God’s adopted son. So my son will have the same name as my father but an entirely new meaning. That’s the beauty of redemption. God can take anything and make it new.

I hope to be a vessel of God’s grace to my son. I pray my son will receive God’s grace and that grace will forever give him hope, meaning, and purpose that drives him to godliness in a way I could not when I was young.

It's A Boy!

Finally! I’m having a boy!!! Yes, I admit both times I found out I was having a girl I was a little disappointed. Of course, over a period of time I learned to love my girls and now wouldn’t trade them for anything. When my wife told me she was pregnant for the third time I went through my regular routine of denial, “Are you sure?” and then acceptance, “Okay. That’s cool.” I skipped anger, bargaining, and depression because I’m too lazy to go through too long of a process.

After having two girls and genuinely enjoying them and learning to love them well, I came to a place of contentment and became completely satisfied with the fact that I may never have a son. It was a process for sure, but I got there. In fact, I was ready to endure the endless jokes from friends and family about having several weddings to pay for and not being able to retire when I wanted. Hey, if God wanted me to raise nothing but girls then I’d try and be the best father to a bunch of girls and hope they’d end up dating and marrying some godly guy with Division I talent (think Stephen Curry).

Now the day came when my wife surprised me with a gift on the Lakers season opener. It was a bag with baby clothes in it. At first, I pulled out the shoes and didn’t understand why she would get me a pair of baby shoes. But then she asked me to look in the bag further. I did so and found a baby shirt that said, “Baby Brother.” I was so overcome with emotion I might’ve wept a little (or a lot but you’ll never know because you’ll never see the video).

Yes. I’m an emotional sap. I’m even more so now that I’m having a son. I was watching The Lion King the other day and got emotional. It wasn’t even the part where Mufasa died (Although that part gets me every time. Oh sorry, Spoiler Alert!). It was the part after Mufasa rescued young Simba from the Hyenas and had to lecture him. Mufasa was firm and showed the gravity of the situation, “You deliberately disobeyed me! … And Nala could’ve been hurt!” And being the wise father Mufasa was, he saw the flaw in Simba’s thinking, “I just wanted to be brave.” And corrected his thinking, “No son, that’s not being brave” while still affirming his love for Simba, “I was afraid of losing you.” It’s an amazing scene. Let’s break it down further:

• Defining clear roles: “I am your father and you are my son, … you need to obey me.”
• There are consequences to your actions: “You and Nala could’ve been hurt.”
• Correcting a child’s thinking and clearly defining terms and ideas: “I wanted to be brave like you.” “Bravery doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.”
• Yet, not completely destroying his son’s morale but affirming a father’s love by being vulnerable: “I was afraid of losing you.” How many fathers are willing to show vulnerability to their sons in order to affirm their love for them?

That’s pretty good stuff for an animated feature. I guess that’s why it’s a classic. It’s a great father/son exchange that gets me emotionally all the time because, as a parent, it’s not easy to have proper balance between firmness and affirmation and this scene does it beautifully (having James Earl Jones’ majestic voice doesn’t hurt).

I hope to provide this for my son, and my other kids as well, just without the whole “dying in a stampede” thing.

Biola University - More Than Just An Education

I was feature in biolablogs.com You could go to the link or read it here:

It’s been over 10 years since I finished my undergraduate studies at Biola (2003) and nearly 10 years since I finished my graduate work at Talbot (2006). I knew I wanted a strong Christian education and believed Biola would be the place I could receive that. What I didn’t know was how that Christian education would ultimately impact my life and how a place like Biola gave me much more.

It’s much like thinking about getting married or having a child. You have vague notions of what that might be like but when you experience it first hand, it exceeds your expectations and leaves a transformative effect that affects your entire perspective on life. You might be saying, “That’s a little dramatic for a mere college education.” Let me tell you the rest of my story.

I graduated with a bachelor in Biblical Studies and two MA(s), one in New Testament and one in Old Testament. Currently, I am in my ninth year as a special education teacher in the Norwalk-La Mirada Unified School District and in my fourth year as a Financial Consultant for Capital Choice Financial. I get asked all the time, “Why aren’t you using your degrees?” which usually means, “Why are you not in some type of ministry?” because of all my bible degrees. My reply is, “I use it everyday.” So I’m not in ministry as a profession. But I never intended to be. Getting my education at Biola gave me broader vision on how to impact the world for Christ. Being a Special Education teacher, most of my students have learning disabilities and it’s the understanding of the doctrine of humanity and that we are all created in the image of God that helps me view them with patience, care, and compassion. As a financial consultant, I view money the way it was intended to be used by God’s design. I help clients lower their debt, increase their assets, and become generous givers to their local churches. This is all possible with my biblically centered education I received from Biola.

What does any of this have to do with starting a family? Well some background would help. I grew up in a broken home. My mom was a single mother working long hours in order for my sister and I to survive and have an opportunity for a better life. I had very little Christian influence and even less role models. The impact on my life wasn’t merely the biblically centered education but the godly men and women who taught and lived by examples of how our knowledge should be applied in our everyday lives in how we treat people. Without those examples, I’m sure the education itself wouldn’t have quite the impact.

Disneyland, Parenting, and the Grace of God

My wife and I live about twenty minutes away from “The happiest place on earth”- Disneyland. I’m not sure who coined that phrase for Disneyland, but it’s great marketing. People actually believe paying an equivalent of a month’s mortgage after parking, tickets, food, and merchandise while waiting in lines for as long as it takes to learn a foreign language for rides as short as a middle school student’s attention span is indeed “The happiest place on earth.”

Aside from all the negatives, Disneyland can be a pretty fun place. I guess that’s why they’re still in business. About a year ago, my wife and I went on a date and spent the day hanging out and enjoying several rides. It was a great day simply enjoying each other. So the other day we decided to take our three-year-old for her first trip to Disneyland. It was an entirely different experience. Since we had our little one, we couldn’t get on most of the rides because of her lack of size. Initially you would think this was disappointing, and to some degree it was because getting on “It’s a small world” is like watching someone fly-fishing while listening to a high school valedictorian speech at a graduation ceremony. At least the ride is air-conditioned and if you can block out the annoying song you can sneak in a power nap.

Despite all that my wife and I had childlike anticipation throughout the day wondering how our little three-year-old would take things in. As we walked about and saw our little girl look around in complete amazement and marvel realizing she’s entered into a completely different world, where some of her favorite imaginary characters come to life and displays of fictional worlds are real, we couldn’t help but feel the same sense of joy and excitement. It didn’t really matter to us that we couldn’t get on some of our favorite rides because watching our child filled with wonder and awe is an experience to behold as a parent.

She went talking about it for days and asking when she could go back to “Busyland,” an appropriate name she made up herself. Parenting is hard. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. There has been plenty of frustration and anger displayed in inappropriate ways on my part. In those moments of frustration I’ve often thought about how much easier life was before children and all the advantages, both freedom and income, that come with it. It’s easy to think about what is causing the frustration in your life and want it removed. But there lies the problem. My children are not the cause of my frustrations but they reveal the selfishness already within me. Parenting has exposed me to how sinful and selfish I truly am.

It’s also made me more grateful for God’s mercy and has created a greater awareness of my need for His grace. I’ve failed many times as a father, but the Lord isn’t done with me. And days like our daughter’s first trip to Disneyland are a reminder to me how much the Lord loves me. I found so much joy in the joy of my child. This is how God views me. He finds joy in my joy, but the difference is, He is completely holy, full of light and without darkness. He loves me with a pure love, a love that Christ displayed on the cross by taking on God’s wrath in my place and giving me His righteousness. My heavenly Father is slow to anger and has everlasting patience.

My children are His gifts to me and a reminder that He is patient and His love endures forever. I’ll always remember this day as a father. But I’ll also remember this day as His son.

A Tribute to Dr. Talley's Service at Grace - A Real Hero

When I first arrived at Biola University as a junior transfer student back in 2001, I was damaged goods. I'd been through a lot. I was hurt and dealing with several issues including bitterness, anger, and resentment. The path I was headed towards was a destructive one. I knew I needed help.

Dr. Talley is a Bible professor at Biola University. From the moment I arrived on campus he took an interest in my life. We got to know each other through campus activities, classes, and having lunch together. He was always concerned with the state of my soul and how much time I was spending reading God's word. During our talks he would help me walk through some of the most difficult things I ever had to deal with. Dr. Talley always showed grace and compassion through my failures. He also showed great wisdom as I came to him with questions ranging from topics like Old Testament Theology and church government to basketball and "Why are women weird?" What I found truly amazing was his understanding. We both come from extremely different backgrounds. Dr. Talley loves his Alabama roots. His outdoor rugged "I'd rather be hunting than in an office" exterior is well balanced with his pastoral care and keen interest in lives very different from his own. His constant direction and always pointing me to Jesus was what I need to combat the floodgates of emotions I was dealing with at the time.

Strangely, I don't feel sadness that he is now stepping down as a pastor at Grace EV Free La Mirada. He's still a Bible professor at Biola and will continue to attend Grace as a member. The reason I don't feel a sense of sadness is because I feel this is the right decision for him. During graduate school, Dr. Talley was still meeting with me on a regular basis along with two of my roommates (Jordan Wessling and Chris Hunt). I remember when the three of us would get together and compare notes about our meetings with Dr. Talley. One time, Jordan told us, "I love Dr. Talley but I would never want his life." What he meant was the amount of time Dr. Talley would work and spend time investing in the lives of young men. There's a tipping point in everyone's life when you can only go so hard for so long without your body, mind, and spirit eventually breaking down. I hope this is a time of rejuvenation for both him and his family.

Today, the knucklehead undergraduate dealing with a host of issues while at Biola is now a faithful husband, loving father, leading a Grace Group (home bible study), leading a Financial Peace University class at church in order to help people with their finances. The Lord has done a work in my life and Dr. Talley had a big hand in that. And that's all Dr. Talley is ever really concerned with, namely, the Lord's work in the lives of His people (that and fishing, hunting, and Alabama football).

I enjoy seeing him every Sunday and him smiling at me saying things like, "Wow. Look at Junior chasing his kids around!" with the satisfaction of a father watching his child grow up before his eyes. It's been years since I've graduated from Biola but he still takes my phone calls, and now that he finally has text message, he texts me back too. As much as he's poured into my life, it's inspired me to do the same for others.

Yes. These are the types of people I attend church with. What a great time to be alive and be in fellowship with God's people.

Camping – The Poor Man’s Vacation

So my wife’s side of the family wants to go camping this summer and my wife wants to take the kids and the dog. “It will be fun,” she says. Now I never understood the concept of camping. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that outdoor recreation can be fun and getting away from the city and spending some time in “God’s country” can be refreshing. But is it worth the risk? If you’re asking, “What risk?” I’m talking about the risk of bear attacks. If you’ve already read my tangent about sharks I basically follow the same logic. It’s not the low percentage of encountering a bear that frightens me but that there is ANY percentage to begin with. Who really wants to hit the “Bear Lotto?” Furthermore, the drive is going to take about six hours. SIX HOURS! That's a lot of trouble just to get eaten by a bear.

My ancestors HAD to camp. But with the advent of “The House” it seems silly to trade in protective walls, running water, and a sturdy roof for a tent that could be taken down by one swipe of a bear claw. Not to mention trading in a nice soft bed for a sleeping bag that amounts to being a human soft taco to bears. Now that’s major regression. We don’t seek to build cars that are slower and less fuel-efficient. So why seek to do that with our living situation? I guess you could argue it’s only temporary and a change of scenery every now and again is good for you.

My wife went and ordered a tent online because we didn’t have one of our own. My initial thought was, “We’re going to pay for a tent that we’re probably only going to use once every few years, which will also take up space in the garage.” Wonderful. But once the tent arrived and my wife set it up in the backyard just to see if it worked properly, the kids had an absolute blast playing in the tent. The excitement and the utter glee expressed on their little faces was a site to see. Becoming a parent is nuts. When your children experience new and exciting things, you experience the same excitement with them.

Okay. Maybe camping could be fun and build some wonderful memories with our family. But just like every Jurassic Park movie, it always starts out with excitement and awe but ends with running and screaming. Let’s hope this camping trip doesn’t follow the same script.

Galeophobia & Kauai 2015

So my wife and I forgot to adjust our W-2(s) after we had children and received more on our tax return than expected. Apparently, having children has some nice tax breaks. I immediately thought, “After tithing, we could use it towards paying off debt and fund some of our investments!” My wife shot down that plan and said, “We are going on vacation.” (Katie: Jr suggested the idea of a vacation several months ago when he realized we had the same Spring Break. However, somehow it turned into “my idea” when we actually had to fund it.) I didn’t put up much of a fight because, you know, my wife takes care of our children, works from home, and cooks all the meals. So for me to not agree to taking her on a vacation would be marriage suicide. (Katie: Actually, marital suicide is going on vacation with your wife and then speaking about it afterwards as if it was a “burden” and “sacrifice” for you. )

She wanted to go to Kauai and it was so. (Katie: I offered up lots of ideas, including a short trip to a local spot. Jr endorsed Kauai. Again, “my idea” when we have to pay, I guess…) Sure, why not? I enjoyed myself there last time. I even enjoy snorkeling despite the fact that I’m petrified of sharks. Speaking of being completely petrified of sharks, I often get mocked for my Galeophobia. Almost without fail, I get the “It’s irrational fear” speech and people began to give me statistics about how it’s more likely to “insert-the-blank” than it is to run into a shark. My favorite is “You’re more likely to get into a car accident than run into a shark” argument. In all the car accidents I’ve been in, whether major or minor, I don’t recall the sensation of several rolls of razor sharp teeth ripping me to shreds while being submerged under water. It’s like nobody has ever seen Jaws before. (Katie: Jr referenced four movies on our trip- Jaws, Anaconda, Jurassic Park, and Predator. I think someone needs to recommend a movie with a bear mauling to prepare him for our July camping trip.)

The “low chances” argument never encouraged me. It was the fact that there are ANY chances at all. What if I hit the “shark lotto” like these people? If you don’t play (get in the water), you don’t “win” (get eaten by a shark). But, I wasn’t about to let my Galeophobia completely ruin my vacation. Instead, while snorkeling, I followed a very clear set of guidelines that I have developed:

• Never be the farthest guy out. While I’m snorkeling, I check from time to time to see who the farthest person(s) is out in the water. Sometimes, it’s easy to get caught up in the beauty of the ocean and forget that turning into shark chow is a real possibility. So, make sure you occasionally look up and check your positioning. You don’t want to be the shark bait furthest out. (Katie: I will admit to wondering if I am included in this “buffer zone” of shark bait that Jr. ensures for himself.)

• Don’t swim in mildly murky water. Visibility is important. The whole point of snorkeling is to be able to see things, right? But why would I put “mildly murky?” The reason is people still snorkel when they can see enough interesting things. This is where mildly murky water is dangerous. You can swim and still see a few feet in front of you, but you can’t spot a shark until it’s too late. So I only snorkel in clear waters.

• Swim with fat people. I know this doesn’t sound nice, but there’s really no time to be politically correct when a 7,000 pound great white is chasing you. It’s every man for himself. It’s also more likely that a hungry shark will take a bite out of someone with more “sustenance.”

So those are some of the general rules I follow while snorkeling, and I currently have all my limbs to speak of. And yes, snorkeling in Kauai was fun (although Maui is better).

One evening, though, my wife and I were relaxing in the hotel and I was watching the local news. It turns out they had just closed a beach due to a shark sighting ... THE SAME BEACH WHERE WE WERE SNORKELING!!! (Katie: Actually, it was ONE of the beaches along the 3 mile wide bay that we were on… The beach we snorkeled at was located at the exact opposite end of the bay, surrounded by a coral reef sticking up so far out of the water that a turtle was sunning himself on it the entire time.) So what if it was 3 miles wide. Do you know how fast sharks can swim when they smell Thai blood? Everyone likes Thai food why would sharks be any different? I guess my fear isn’t so “irrational” after all. Yes, that was my last day of snorkeling (and probably ever again).

As far as for the rest of our vacation:

Once I decided to NOT get back in the water again (You could only tempt fate so often before it bites you in the @$$ and in this case it would be literal) we caught some sights and enjoyed some gorgeous views.

We started on the South side of the island got some good snorkeling in (before the shark sighting) and even saw a couple of seals and a sea turtle. I couldn't get a picture of the sea turtle because, you know, I was in the water but you guys know what sea turtles look like. Truthfully, that was probably worth the trip. SWIMMING WITH SEA TURTLES!!! I could cross that off the buckle list, you know, if I had a bucket list.

Here are some more views on the South side of the island.

After a couple of nights we traveled to the North side of the island.

This was the entry way to our room at the hotel.

This was the pool at the hotel. I just kept thinking about our little Joelle swimming in the kiddie pool. That's the funny thing about coming a parent. There are times you need a break from the children to focus on your marriage but when you get away all you do is think about your kids. Then you get home and can't wait to leave again.

There was a patio area with this view overlooking the beach. Katie and I spend a couple of hours just reading books while occasionally looking up and just thinking, "Wow."

Katie wanted to go hiking. Truth be told, I really don't like hiking unless there's an amazing view involved or some kind of payoff like a lake with a waterfall or something. Otherwise, walking uphill on a dirt and bumpy path isn't really my thing. The photo above is the beginning of the trail. It totally reminded me of this scene from Predator.

We went a couple of miles up and this was the view. Yes, that was worth the hike. For the rest of our trip it was basically like driving our in Jurassic Park without the dinosaurs trying to eat you. Some times when you're blessed with the opportunity to get away with your wife you need to take it. It's a different kind of investment. I'm glad my wife made me do this because, you know, going on vacation could be scary some times. And with that, I'll leave you the original trailer of the 1993 Jurassic Park: