By Nelson Leong 70 years of the Lutheran church in Malaysia is worth celebrating. Organizing the celebration, together with the Biannual General Meeting (BGA), was a massive feat of logistics, with hundreds of tasks. Physical and virtual facilities had to be prepared to serve two thousand people; bottles of water had to be supplied to …
Humans are creatures of habit. After many years of doing the same worship style/practices every week, whether is it liturgical, open worship, led worship, or any other kind of worship, we’re bound to reach a point where we ask ourselves, “Why are we doing this?” or “What is the right way to do Sunday Worship”? …
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by Clarice Wong The idea of establishing a BLC garden sprouted in late 2014. The idea was to create a space for members to spend time beyond the four walls, and to explore how to integrate a garden into a worship space. It was an experimental project, blessed by the church council. The garden plays …
By Celeste Choo Miss Lee had these black- framed-pointed-at-both-ends spectacles. She was slim, young. She had a face full of pimples. I do not think of her as particularly beautiful or attractive. I recall her as always attired in a white blouse with rolled up sleeves and a black skirt, whereas the other teachers dressed …
Most refugees are unemployed. Some have husbands and children. All have moments of recall. Idleness causes us to think of our past. Much in our past is good. Much in our past is not good. Much that we want to erase remains with us, no matter how hard we try to erase them.
My parents always showed they love me. I never lacked food or money. My parents always tried to do right things and to avoid wrong things. They strived to be morally upright. But it was not so with others who are a part of my history. … One of them tried to …
I felt I was clamped in the jaws of a vice, with pity on one side and gloating on the other. Their response was different, but their diagnosis was the same: my family and I had been given what we deserved. I felt crushed. I felt I was dying slowly, crushed by both pity and gloati
