Green martyrs and holistic faith
A little English church in Madrid When I lived in Madrid as a university exchange student, I attended…
Asian pride, or lack thereof
If I’m honest, I’m probably more proud of my parents’ law degrees than they are of mine. I’m…
Growth and learning in my mid-30s
A number of things have made me conscious that I am no longer a young person. In addition…
How my education shaped my faith
I am one of those sad souls who spent far too long at university with little to show…
8 learnings from my younger self
This evening I stumbled upon an old Word document I wrote back in June 2009 – a couple…
Rethinking evangelism: an alternative to the Great Commission?
(Un)evangelistic personalities For the longest time, I resisted identifying as an evangelical Christian. I preferred to call myself…
Whingeing my way through Lent
Despite writing eight years ago that Lent and I were through, I once again found myself abstaining from…
Things I read in 2020
I know I sound snooty when I say I read more than I watch Netflix, but it’s true.…
Brutality and humanity: a book you won’t want to, but should, read
Early inspiration I suppose that every writer, whether professional or amateur, has work from their past that they’re…
The art and the agony of anticipation
My manager’s kindergarten-aged daughter is a brave little one: she willingly holds her arm out for the needle…