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The following are various articles and short essays I've written, some published in the student newspaper. They reflect some of my thoughts and some of the hopes I have for others.

A Life Worth Living

      I attended a funeral this summer in Memphis. It was only the second I've ever been to, the first having been my maternal grandmother's when I was only six years old. I remember having played childish games on that day, 14 years ago, while my aunts, wearing sackcloth in Korean style, cried. I didn't understand death or funerals then. I can appreciate them more now.

Steven "Sam" Roberts was a friend from my days at Kirby High. If I had to describe him to someone, I would say that he was a white man with short red hair and a Christian T-shirt. He always wore a shirt bearing Bible verses and fish or crosses. He liked to tell cheesy Bible jokes or make the opportune wise crack-always in good humor and never to hurt anyone. I always laughed, especially when his words diverted me from my calculus. For the longest time, one of his favorite songs - and mine too - was "Jesus Freak" by DC Talk. We heard the story of John the Baptist told in rhythmic rap lyrics and it always inspired us to be bolder.

The collision occurred at night on a California road. A friend was at the wheel. I'm told the friend survived. Sam went to sleep. The doctors said he would not awake again and so he left us to meet the Savior he loved in life. He was even in His service there in California before that night. Along with a group of other college students, Sam was ministering through a program sponsored by Campus Crusade for Christ. He and the others told the Gospel to anyone and everyone who would listen. He wanted everyone to know just how much God loved him and how He gave him joy and a reason for living. He told them that God wanted to be a Father who would never leave them, who would always love them.

I caught a glimpse of Sam from far back in line at the visitation. I didn't really believe it until I got closer to the front of the line. He was really gone. I finally got to the front of the line where I shook his father's hand. He remembered me and that I went to Duke. Sam loved Duke basketball. His mother told me that she thought Sam might have been just a little envious of me for my choice of college. In truth, at that moment, I was the one who envied him.

His death made me think about life. Sam lived. With boldness and passion, Sam lived a life he could be proud of. I'm not certain he ever thought about it. I'm certain he would have only cared about God being proud of him. I asked God to take Sam and reward him. Speaking among ourselves, my friends and I came to the conclusion that, among all of us, Sam was the most prepared to go. He was not ashamed of his life. He lived every day as if he were on a mission. He could leave us and enter into the presence of his Father knowing that he would be welcomed there as an adopted son. Sam understood his own identity, and when he looked into a mirror, he knew that he was a child of God and that his life had purpose. Sam did not live a perfect life, but he tried as best as he could to be the kind of son his Father knew he could be.

Who's your Daddy?

Steve Hong is a Trinity junior.
[printed in the Chronicle on 09/29/00]

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Real Activism

"If a man does not stand for something, he will fall for anything."

I don't remember where I came across this proverb, but I remember having liked it from the first hearing of it. Ask any student at this University for an opinion on "controversy number one," and you may be lucky to receive one. Some will have thought the issue over in their minds and tell you their conclusion plainly. Some will offer you a neutral opinion, believing that a non-opinion is itself an opinion. Many will dismiss the effort of serious reflection and default to popular opinion, handing over the sovereignty of their minds to the higher end of a bar graph.

There is no end to the number of injustices, social ills and moral dilemmas. The indiscriminate opinionist will find himself short of breath and thought. I myself am passionate about just a few things, the most visible being abortion. In truth, I don't even know how it is that I came to be so involved in the pro-life movement. I did not experience a defining moment or personal experience to make me decide to take up the cause. I may have been motivated in part by the seeming lack of advocacy for it.

The word "activist" is to some an object of derision, to some a source of pride. It usually denotes a small group of dedicated leaders aligned toward change. It often connotes loud, charismatic rabble-rousers. Historically I see that the activists have most often been few in number though not small in influence. The reason that their numbers remain so small is simple: Activism is defined by action. With only a minimum of mental effort and perhaps some soul searching, the opinionist can satisfy himself with having digested an issue. He may even readily share and argue his conclusions with others. Only by taking the next step and acting in accordance with these conclusions can a person become an activist. Through the offering of his time, energies, and social reputation, the activist demonstrates a truer belief in his convictions, activating opinion beyond mental exercise and increasing the value of his belief.

I am not pro-life because I believe that a child in the womb has value. I am pro-life because I know I can change the system that devalues that life, and I try. I wish I could stop meeting those who are pro-choice by default-those who were born post Roe v. Wade-where abortion is the ultimate measure of gender equality. I wish I could stop meeting those who are pro-life only by default-those who are just born into or adopt conservativism. What would happen if people actually believed the opinions they kept?

I once had the phenomenon of a "rogue wave" explained to me, and it held my mind in fascination. In the sea, there are many individual waves with individual wavelengths and frequencies; they are generally just as small as the other waves. They exist for a time, and then their energy dissipates back into the sea, perhaps creating another wave. But a remarkable phenomenon occurs when, at an unknown time, the individual wavelengths of the individual waves manage to attain the same wavelength and align their frequencies. If this happens with many waves at precisely the right moment, a hundred-foot colossus arises out of the water as each wave joins the others, combining wavelengths, and creating a force so powerful that it can sink a mighty ship in an instant. It is at once frightening and awe-inspiring. I hope to see one someday.

Steve Hong is a Trinity junior.
[printed in the Chronicle on 10/20/00]

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Moral Leadership

In recent weeks, the nation has scrutinized its leaders. Americans have participated in thousands of opinion polls asking them to rate the candidates and to evaluate the role of a president. Among these questions has been one asking about the value of character.

Even as President Bill Clinton was being impeached for his moral impropriety, popular opinion seemed to approve of his job performance. Still, his vice president seemed to downplay their relationship in his own efforts to rise to the coveted position. This makes me wonder how much Americans value character in their leaders.

Is it acceptable for our president to be a moral failure though a political success? Is there really a distinction between private and public conscience? I believe that a person acts according to the good or evil stored up within him. To believe that a person should do otherwise is to sanction duplicity in our leaders. Can we expect a president to put on a mask of strength when he is meeting foreign leaders and commanding our military, only to take off that mask when he is making lewd racial jokes with his closest inner circle? Can we expect him to defend the preservation of families in his public office when he is secretly cheating on his wife? Can we expect him to behave rationally and speak clearly when, during moments of depression, he turns to a bottle to numb his senses?

Asking a leader to act against his conscience is asking him to play a game that he cannot win. Sooner or later, his character will shine through. When he makes that mistake, the things he does in private will be made known, and it will be shown that his incontinence has also affected his judgment in his leadership role. Shouldn't we adopt a better model of leadership? It would be far better to have a president who could act out the qualities of his character in his public life just as easily as he would in his private life. One of the presidential hopefuls campaigned under the mantra of restoring "honor and dignity to the White House." I hope and pray that he meant every word.

This nation is one of the most powerful nations in the world politico-socio-culturo-(insert adjective here) economic scene, and it needs a president of character, a man of stature. There is not one reason why Americans should be consigned to accepting a leader without the discipline to master himself and to live a principled life.

Should we hold our leaders to a higher standard? I believe that we can and that we must. Leaders are extraordinary people who, at the very least, possess some special knowledge or skill and often charisma. Knowledge can be learned, skills can be developed and charisma can be circumvented, but strong character requires a constant vigilance. This kind of unceasing attention leads to right decisions. Being responsible not only for himself, but also for those he has been called to lead, a leader cannot afford to let his personal weaknesses affect his judgment. Personal weakness can very quickly become collective shame.

During four years at Duke University I will probably encounter more leaders and potential leaders than I ever will again at any other time in my life. We were gathered here from all over the nation and the world because someone saw leadership qualities within us. Will we be harbingers of private incontinence and public shame or will we be disciplined leaders who bring glory and fame to our causes, also providing a model for leadership to be reproduced?

The results are still coming in.

Steve Hong is a Trinity junior.
[printed in the Chronicle on 11/10/00]

Self-Worth

The Born-Alive Infants Protection Act of 2000 states that the words person, human being, child and individual shall include every infant member of the species homo sapiens who is born alive (as defined in this act) at any stage of development. After passing the House, the bill is currently in the Senate. Designed to keep doctors from withholding medical treatment from premature babies, it is representative of the disconnect between truth and law. Few reasonable people would dispute that a baby born alive is a person, but by our muddled legal definitions, doctors must often leave these most vulnerable people to die, simply because the mother's choice labels the child as non-human. Realize that you are reading these words now because someone chose to define you as a human being under the law. You have no inherent self-worth.

At Duke Hospital, there are doctors and nurses who work every day to save the lives of premature infants, even when the chances of survival are slim. These babies are wanted. Now read this:

On April 10, 1999, The Sydney Morning Herald reported that an aborted baby at Darwin Private Hospital had survived. Not only did she survive the abortion, but she suffered for 80 minutes before her heart ceased to beat and her breath ceased to come. After having grown in her mother's womb for four months, she was deliberately delivered prematurely with the intent to abort her. She was unwanted. Unnamed, she was called "Baby J."

The abortionist left Baby J to die, and the enormous burden of the baby's short life was thrown into the compassionate but helpless hands of a nurse. She was never instructed on what to do in the event of a failed abortion. When she frantically called the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department to relate the situation, the director asked, "So what?" The nurse was left there with a tiny baby girl who desperately needed help. All the nurse could do was cover Baby J to keep her warm. Returning every few minutes to check on her condition, the nurse watched as Baby J crept closer to death. Surely those 80 minutes must have been the longest and hardest of their entire lives.

If this were just a synopsis of a script from ER, I might be able to walk away from the commons room TV set just a little teary-eyed, but comforted in knowing that the story was a writer's fiction. But this story relates the actual events at that hospital in July 1998. The coroner described the situation as a "responsibility vacuum." No one wanted the child, and as far as they were concerned... well, they were not concerned. The only one who cared about that baby girl in her time of need was a nurse without means to help. Only she recognized Baby J as a person. Only she saw Baby J struggle for breath and life in the frigid hospital room. Baby J's mother wanted her child aborted. She did not value her baby's life enough to give birth to her and raise her up as her daughter.

Considered an aborted fetus, premature and non-viable, Baby J was labeled non-human. But she is not alone in her rejection. According to reports from the Centers for Disease Control, 8,862 babies the same age as or older than Baby J were aborted in the United States in 1995. Most of them did not die as long a death as Baby J did. Some felt the coldness of a blade in their final moments.

Is this a story about a rare abortion that went wrong? No, they all are; they all do.

Steve Hong is a Trinity junior.
[printed in the Chronicle on 12/01/00]

 
 

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