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Quitting the blame game

Quitting the blame game

Isn’t it easy to blame our actions on our past or upbringing? Maybe it is. But is “easy” right? About a month ago, Joel and I got into a conversation with our mentors about a few double-faced believers. Some of them brag about walking with the Lord for four to five...
Friday, Saturday and Sunday!

Friday, Saturday and Sunday!

Betrayed by a close friend. Echoes of scoffs. Pained by what is to come. Drained, Jesus stood in front of the Roman governor, Pontius Pilate.  “Are you the King of the Jews?”, Pilate asked. “So you say!” Jesus answered. (As is written in Mathew 27) The crowd roared...
Being Unhindered

Being Unhindered

Shanties of tin, worn out tents, crooked roads and thousands of faces with dark, gory stories. “No one cares for us like this”, said some of the Syrian refugee mothers. I made eye contact with their tears-strung eyes, while I held and assessed their newborn infants,...
Trusting my Master Goldsmith

Trusting my Master Goldsmith

“Pappa!”—Sairah cried in the middle of the night. She had a nightmare. It was not the first time; she has been waking up in the middle of the night or early mornings in the past few months. No matter how deep asleep or tired Joel is, he would wake up, run to the kids’...
Freedom like no other

Freedom like no other

Seven years ago, my family went through a crisis—our business partner stole everything from us. We were in shock. We were betrayed and what we felt was just beyond comprehension—hurt, pain and shame. At the time, we were living in a big house that we could no longer...
Passion’s Fruit

Passion’s Fruit

During school term breaks, we dedicate some time to do some family activity. Last break, we watched a mountain biking series on Netflix; we always prefer something motivating or educating. The series was about a bunch of kids who grew up together and became...