An unlikely Christmas, for once spent back home. Unforeseen circumstances had interfered with our travel plans, but ‘tis remain a season to be glad, to be in thanksgiving. For being home this Christmas, served as a ringing reminder, that Christmas had first made its course in history, when Heaven’s Jewel came to a dingy manger, so that the Almighty may bring His children Home.
Ringing in the new year provides us all with the opportunity to reflect upon the daily graces, unexpected provisions, and mercies anew. Though the past year perhaps have been placated with many losses and terrors thereof, Sustenance has never failed. If you are here today reading this, that has, too, been true for you. Providence has thus been true. And lest we forget: penning here, a reminder, my annual letter to self.
This year I have been surprised by the kindness of God through the gift of a most-sweet love. Who would have thought, especially in the midst of the pandemic? As one who has walked through a prolonged season of hiddenness, these months have rendered me in awe and gratefulness. And so here I pen my own recollection of the pain of loneliness, and the faithfulness of God, with hopes to encourage other with hearts that long.
The year 2020 had been placated with losses and grief for many. To me, it has been a time of recalibrating my own inwardly-curved heart to the truth of the Gospel. And so here I pen, my customary letter to self, on lessons learnt in 2020.
Celebrating the life of a man whose life reflected the love of his soul: his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Penning down some reflections on my 26th, and reminded, yet again, of the simple Truth: that I am not my own, but belong, wholly, to my faithful Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
As the decade comes to an end, penned here is my customary letter to self.
Part of my personal wrestling these past years had been around the topic of church and state. I grew up despising the field of politics, as I often saw it being used for oppressive means and personal gain. Yet here I am today, running for a seat at the Parliament. So here I pen my reflections, seeking to echo the prayer that Christ taught us: “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,” even as He breathed His last.
Valentine's is often seen as a celebration of romantic love--yet to many, it is a dreadful time of dwelling on one's perhaps unreturned loves. My prayer is that even in seasons of rejection and one-sided loves, we may find ourselves loved like never before, and in turn love the other in light of Calvary love.
One of my favorite things of journeying as a Christian is to converse with others on how the Lord is so involved in all of our lives. Recently, my trip back to the US sparked a conversation with one of my dear friends on the topic of discernment. This is my letter to her. I pray that this letter may only bring us to deeper communion with our Lord who revealed His will through Calvary Love.