Whew, what a week! I had been meaning to write this post for the longest time, but haven’t gotten around to it until now. I had the pleasure of meeting up with two really awesome brothers this week, and they are the main reason this piece’s concept was conceived. In AACF (Asian-American Christian Fellowship for my new readers), there is a term that floats around called a “MOI,” or Moment Of Impact, although I personally prefer Moment Of Identification. The gist of the meeting is to find out more about the brothers and sisters around you, or as I like to hashtag “#knowyourfamily.” This brings closure within the Body and having transparency is conducive towards so many blessings within the Christian walk; when the Body knows who you are and is able to love you that much more, the prayers become stronger and relationships fuller, manifesting what Christ envisioned in His Body (Colossians 2:2).
However, I have found that more often than not, my brothers and sisters delve deep within the confines of their respective pasts during our MOIs. At first, I have to admit, it was a little unsettling. Given my background, where openness is definitely there, but not partaken in, and also my cultural background of being a good Asian kid who doesn’t burden others with my problems, it made sense for me to feel slightly unnerved. From my perspective, I was just some little freshman kid; how had I proven myself worthy of being trusted with this information? The answer to that question lies within the fact that these brothers and sisters have nothing to hide – I need only ask a question, and I can safely bet that an entirely unexpected answer is headed my way. What appeared on the outside seemed to rarely match what they clung onto on the inside, and it surprised me how deep the conversations would get. I personally enjoyed the deep conversations because I liked – and will always like – discovering the many sides to a person’s character in the great story of life. Many of these conversations shattered my pre-conceived notions of their pasts and how they came to be the dear family they are today. Who I thought was a womanizer actually had a much different tale to tell, and someone I thought to be the happiest person on campus had so much sorrow to share. Within the word “I” is a single thought: the thought of our own identities. As humans, we are all given to passing judgment of one sort or another upon others. However, those judgments are so often very wrong, and it turns out that we find there is much more to those around us than meets the “I.”
I was planning on writing a bit more, but an unexpected (but very welcome) phone call came in at around 12:36 am until 1:48 am, so I’ve naturally been drained of all mental faculties. I hope this encourages those of us in AACF to MOI with more people and get to know their own definitions of “I,” and that this may also encourage non-AACFers to go out and have their own version of a MOI with the people near and soon-to-be dear to them!