Articles by

Joanne Kwok

Relationships

If we both loved Him, why did God take us apart?

I watched her grow up. Our families were in the same church. She was a rebel at heart; strong-headed and fiercely loyal – always in some sort of trouble I had to get her out of through the years. I...

Relationships

How I walked away from the perfect person

He was the best I ever had. Everything I ever wanted. I’d met him in freshman year at college; he was a senior leader, I was pageant queen. The boys had always loved me, but he wasn’t just...

Relationships

I made a mess out of love

We both loved art. It was our way of turning our backs on a world that never accepted us. Experimentation was in my blood as an artist, and so was rebellion. And growing up in an all-girls school,...

Culture

Christian and bisexual?

“So when was the first time you were attracted to someone of the same sex?” “In primary school. I was seven.” As the words left my mouth, I saw a look of disappointment and shock flash across...

Culture

The art of serving millennials in a Chinese church

“In our church, the older generation speaks Mandarin, and the newer generation thinks, speaks, and dreams in English. The issue of language comes up in all aspects of church life,” Thomas Liew,...

Culture

Is your soul prospering?

The soul has often been a subject of mystery. There are a variety of definitions of what the soul is. To simplify it, I define the soul as “all that is within” – your internal world. In...

Relationships

Does my dad deserve a Father’s Day?

When I was growing up, Father’s Day wasn’t even invented yet – not to me anyway. And I probably would have resisted the idea of it had I known about it then. Not much to celebrate, I...

Relationships

My dad loved me in his own language, even when I couldn’t understand it

On my study table is an old postcard that was sent from Holland. It was addressed to me 25 years ago, when I had barely learned to talk and was left in the care of some relatives. My mum and dad were...

Faith

I was so sure where the path would lead – and then the music faded

As a child, I was a dedicated musician. Academic schooling was mandatory, but music nonetheless took on a large part of my life – I spent hours practising, and weekends were dedicated to shuttling...