I was raised in the church my entire life and by the time I was a teen I thought the whole world was either right or wrong, black or white. I served as worship leader, bible study leader, etcetera, etcetera… basically every type of service leader for my church's high school ministry. Even though I was embedded in the church I never felt like I fit. I would spend all my time serving and then ask God why I never felt accepted, why it was such a struggle to be a 'Christian'. A lot of Asian values ended up getting intertwined with Christian values and it created this 'church culture' of perfectionism, gossiping, and judgement. I heard so much about who I supposedly was from church members that by the time I was headed to college I thought, "Well, everyone's going to say I'm wild and crazy anyway, so I'm going to do whatever I want and find satisfaction wherever I want."I didn't see a point in 'doing the right thing' in order to claim perfection–after all, what good is a church if you can only belong to it if you're perfect? When I walked away from the church in the beginning of college, I was angry and hurt, and also laden with shame and condemnation.
Fast forwarding to post-college life, I had gotten the only job I ever wanted, I had a boyfriend that other women constantly desired, and I was about to move to San Francisco with 2 of my college friends. Everyone from family to friends to co-workers constantly told me I had it all and that I was living the dream life. People kept telling me how lucky I was and how much they envied my life, but the more praise I received the emptier I felt inside. I couldn't understand how I achieved the "American Dream" but felt so lost and unfulfilled. I didn't know who I was, because everything everyone was associating me with wasn't me, it was just stuff I'd done; and if that stuff went away (like if I lost my job, or my boyfriend, or my friends) then who was I? In the midst of all this confusion, I showed up at the Ark after an approximate 10 month hiatus and for some reason that night God totally met me. It was the first time I confessed out loud that I was unsatisfied by my life and when my pastor prayed for me, something shifted in the spirit. The realization that I was not my career or my education or my body blew me away and I was left dumbfounded for days–but I was dumbfounded by the possibility of hope! Hope that there was more than what the world called success and that God had bigger plans for my life than I had. For reasons still unknown to me, my heart began to change in ways that I had always tried to force on it before but had been unsuccessful. God began to romance me, teaching me what it was like to pray and spend time with Him, showing me how beloved I was. The barriers I had before, the anger and hurt from the church and Christians, they all evaporated, and really for no apparent reason–they were just gone! It was amazing. One day I just realized that I was willingly coming to church and participating in community and that I didn't feel like it was a fight anymore. It wasn't just the physical expressions of faith aligning, but I was also being established in my identity and value as a daughter of God.
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.

