Faith

Wounded by the Church: A letter to fellow Special Needs Christians

This is a response piece to The Christian stereotype: Why you should also love those who aren’t like you. I’m sure most of us know the weight of the word when someone is branded an...

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Is it wrong to build walls around yourself?

“Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.” (Mahoko Yoshimoto) At the heart of that sentiment is perhaps this question: Will anyone...

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How should we respond to persecution?

“Now those who were scattered went about preaching the word.” (Acts 8:4) In this part of the narrative, Stephen had just been stoned to death for preaching about Jesus. That triggered a...

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Are you there God? It’s me again

Anyone who has ever spent time praying probably has had this question cross their minds: “Does God even hear my prayers?” And it gets amplified when we feel like nothing is happening in...

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My true fear is growing comfortable

This is a response piece to A Chinese girl in the Congo: Working in war zones 5,000 miles from home. I was reading Jemima’s article when I was struck by a line in it. ‘Then it dawned on me. I...

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Craving for Jesus: What I learnt from fasting

“This kind cannot come out except by fasting and prayer.” (Mark 9:29) Before I start on where I am and what I’ve learnt on my fasting journey, let me recount how this year started, and...

Relationships

My parents don’t talk any more

“How are your parents?” That was the question my friend asked me, as we sat in a ramen shop after wrapping up our worship training overseas. She had just shared with me about her family; she was...

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...