
Singaporeans might find this hard to imagine, but there’s something about the birthplace of Jesus that speaks so loudly of the Saviour we serve. If we teleport ourselves back to the night Jesus...

There’s two kinds of Christmas stories: The ones where we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, our loved ones and families, all the good warm fuzzy things that come with the season; and the...

Truth be told, this year I don’t feel altogether “christmassy”. The week preceding Christmas has been laden with happenings that brought much discouragement and disappointment. I...

Names have been changed for privacy. Several years back, a girl called Stephanie and I worked together on a children’s camp for Church. Having only just moved on from a broken heart not too while...

From a young age, giving was always inculcated in our family. My dad would give my siblings and I a $1 coin each to put into the offering bag at Sunday school in Church. Every time we went to a...

There is no way we can save this. No hope that we’ll ever work out our problems. We’re too different. Too far gone. We just have to accept it as irretrievable. Unfixable. One too many...

In April this year, I found out that I had a tumour growing from my nerve cells on the right side of my spine. Fear was a very real thing in my heart that caused me to question what would happen to...

Places are significant. Whether it be an actual physical space like our homes, a seat at the dinner table, or something less tangible like having a place in someone’s heart, we all appreciate it...

It all started after graduation this year, when my good friend Isabel and I decided to courageously fly ourselves to Tiruchirappalli, India, to visit our migrant worker friends back in their own...