FORGIVE UNREASONABLY. LOVE FEROCIOUSLY.
I know the point of prayer is not to have them answered, but I'd be lying if a big part of me didn't wish faith was the substance of things come true and the evidence of things materialised. Especially when it is justified to live for Christ. Right? Especially when living means his daughter would have a father? His wife would have a husband? Are we not taught to pray expecting? To ask and these things will be given to us? Healing is a good thing, yea?
At what point do we say,” I’ve had enough” and proceed to shamelessly return God’s first gift to us; His very breath. “If I have a partner, I think I’ll stop being depressed.” “If I had more money, I’d have fewer worries” “I know I would be a good parent, once I have kids, I [...]
She is making me hate Christianity. Why can't she respect my stand? Does your religion teach you to bully and shove your beliefs down someone's throat? This can be uncomfortably hard to swallow. Christians, in their attempt to share the good news, do very often make mistakes and end up pushing people away from Christ instead of towards Him. [...]
I've been putting this post off for a few months now but as seeing as this is a public holiday, I've got some time to share my thoughts on Alan Turing. Honestly, before Benedict Cumberbatch was set to play him in The Imitation Game, I had only heard of Alan briefly in my sister's musings [...]
A couple of days ago a young girl took her own life because she got two B's for her O Level examination. How much did she feel like a failure that she couldn't see beyond high school? Growing up in an Asian culture, I've seen the effects on such expectation and pressure to get "All [...]
Confound it all, once again. That word is starting to make me gag. It frustrates me. It challenges me. It backs me into a corner and forces me to confront that big, ginormous elephant in the room. Yes, Dumbo, you are important but for two seconds can we reconsider the other option? Why is where [...]
I heard His footsteps before I saw His face. I felt, rather than saw His hands touch the doorknob, yet I would not let Him unlatch. I fling the door wide open, unashamed of how He would see desperation paint my every feature. I have been waiting for an eternity it would seem. His hair is [...]
