One the earliest phrases that my five-year-old learned to say is “That’s not fair”. Well, he doesn’t fully understand the meaning of “fairness” yet, for he used it whenever he didn’t get things his way. His idea of fairness is obviously different, not to say, inaccurate, but it is a wonder to see that such… Continue reading Justice and Love
If you believe in God, do you pray to Him? If yes, how do you pray? What do you pray about? I come from a family of non-believers. None of my immediate family members are Christians, so in my young years before knowing Christ, I prayed to the gods that my parents prayed to. After… Continue reading Make Away with Selfish Prayer
To answer my own question: I used to. I used to read my bible daily, diligently, early in the morning just before I head off to work. I used to feel uneasy whenever I did not manage to do my reading for that day. I remember how cell group members reacted with awe when I… Continue reading Are You Reading Your Bible Daily?
Worship. One of the most basic entities of Christianity is worship. Worship is a significant part of the Christian life. As a Christian, I attend Sunday morning worship services. I listen to praise and worship songs. I read about worshiping the one and only God. But what really is the meaning of worship? Is it… Continue reading Worship is beyond Sundays
When I first started reading the Holy Bible, the Book of Ecclesiastes is one of my favourite books. There is a Shakespearean air to the way that it is written. It contains many words of wisdom, similar to the book of Proverbs yet different in its approach. Today as I ponder on the question of… Continue reading Do the Right Thing at the Right Time
One of the earliest missionaries in the Bible is the man who was healed by Jesus from being demon-possessed (Mark 5). He had been troubled for many years before he met Jesus by the river and He commanded the demon (which we are told that there are many) to leave the man and sent them… Continue reading Sometimes we share, sometimes not
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.” The house in which I spent most of my childhood years is in a suburb, near enough to the country’s capital city for weekly outings but far enough that there is enough space to dream the dream. The dream of living in the capital city… Continue reading The House with the Yellow Gate