A Circle.

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A circle. That’s how many of my fondest memories in church begin. From a casual gathering after service, to impromptu gatherings, to connect groups, to ministry debriefs… We’re gathered in a circle. We share stories in these circles – our encounters with God, our lives, our funny stories.

On our 20th anniversary celebration, I saw how much bigger this circle has grown. Yet this circle, ever big it grows, ever feels like family. It is family. Over the weekend, we shared stories in a circle – our encounters with God, our lives, our funny stories.

Pastor How and Pastor Lia shared that the HOGC story is about all of us… And that’s what I feel is the beauty of this circle; we don’t need to stand out, but stand beside and around each other. At the same time, we are grateful and honour our SPs who first pulled together and built this circle.

And this story doesn’t end with us, it’s about Jesus! To the next 20 years and beyond… Till Heaven, where everything comes full circle. To God be the glory!

Take Off Your Shoes

“Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?”

“It’ll be quick, I just need to check the pipes for a moment!”


The man proceeds to step into the house in his grimy boots. Soon, there’s a trail of mud and slime trial going past the living room, into the toilets… and even the bedrooms. I wince at the slightest movement of his feet.

“That’s all. I need to rush off now.”

“You’re not going to clean those shoeprints you left behind? You made it really dirty!”

“Uhh, no. Go hire a helper if you want someone to clean up after you!”

I hope that has never happened to you, but it has brought me to realise something — the attitude of taking off our shoes and cleaning our feet has far more significance than exposing how marvellous your last pedicure had gone.

The act of taking off our shoes before entering someone else’s house is a sign of respect and thoughtfulness for the owner. To me, it is an attitude worth having spiritually as well.

Exodus 3:5  Then He said, “Do not draw near this place. Take your sandals off your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground.”

Pastor How shared how we need to learn to take off our shoes when we enter the church. Oh, it’s been 3 years since we moved into the Imaginarium! As we enter our spiritual home, we ‘take off our shoes’ — leaving behind the ways of the “world”.

When we step into a place of worship, we step in knowing there is something sacred in the place. For me, it is a timely reminder not to let familiarity rob me of the reverence that God deserves.

Dust the sand off your sandals.

An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 1 — comma.blog

Today, I’m sharing an Open Letter to HOGC, written by a friend… It resonates with me on many points. It may be a long read but I’ve linked up all 4 parts here… Happy New Year everyone! 🙂

An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 1
An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 2
An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 3
An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 4

Hi, readers. Today, I am writing and sharing with you a post that is really important to me. In fact, I believe it is the most important one I’ve written yet. It will also probably be broken down into a few parts because I have way too many personal thoughts and stories to share to […]

via An Open Letter to Heart of God Church – Part 1 — Comma

Don’t Worry, You’re Ready


A perennial question a teacher asks — are my students ready for the test? I ended today’s final P6 lesson with a smile and the words, “Don’t worry, you are ready…”

I learnt from my Pastors that having a spirit of Excellence is different from being a practising Perfectionist. Every moment you’ve pushed and tugged yourself further brings you closer to your destiny. It is one-dimensional to think “more than grades” is about doing less in the classroom… it’s about doing your best in all that you do wherever you are (including the classroom). A fighter in the classroom today will be a fighter in life tomorrow.

Don’t worry, you’re ready…
You’re more than prepared for your PSLE, or what the next 10, 20, 40 years can throw at you. So let go, and let God.

Don’t worry, you’re ready.
Don’t worry, you’re ready.
Don’t worry, you’re ready.
#PSLE #primary6graduation

Generations are not Replacements. GENERATIONS are REINFORCEMENTS.

Sharing an instagram post from my pastor, Pastor Lia. It’s her life message!

Doing on my birthday what I was BORN TO DO – preach about GENERATIONS! The words I have been saying for the last 2 decades! ⠀

“Generations are not Replacements. GENERATIONS are REINFORCEMENTS. The younger generations are not here to push you OUT but to push you UP!”


Generations are not Replacements. GENERATIONS are REINFORCEMENTS.


What an amazing week. Pastor How and Pastor Lia were in Chiang Mai with John Bevere and Lisa Bevere for a Messenger International Conference. Just a snapshot of Pastor How sharing Journey of a Dream and Pastor Lia sharing GENERATIONS (her life message of 20 years) — challenging pastors, missionaries, leaders and Christans to think GENERATIONS and believe in youth. They are our reinforcements not our Replacements!

A little light

It’s Children’s Day today.

Before my lesson started, I headed to the usual store to buy sweets and some of those old-school bubble balloons as a gift for my class. As I was at the cashier, a lanky teenage boy trotted over… I wondered why his back was bent over. Peering over his shoulder, I saw his little sister hugging him piggyback. Both of them looked a little scruffy.

Then, I saw her eyes light up after noticing a rack of lightbulb keychains. Her brother’s fingers twiddled over the glass bulbs.

“How much is one?”

Barely lifting up his eyes, the shop assistant answered, “One dollar!”

“One dollar…” the boy repeated to himself.

He tugged at one of the keychains gingerly. Glancing at his sister, and taking one more look at the rack, he was off on his way.

I’m not sure what got into me, but I grabbed one of the lightbulb keychains and added it to the mess of sweets I had on the counter. Hastily, I paid for it and made my way out of the shop. Only a few seconds had passed… Surely I’d be able to find them, I thought to myself…

I walked through the bazaar stores and hawker centre, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Nothing. I whispered a silent prayer under my breath; that I would be able to find them.

Alas, I did not find the siblings, and I was out of time. Back in class, the children squealed in glee as they received their gifts. I laughed at the joy on their faces, yet my eyes slowly drifted to the lightbulb on the table.


Perhaps this is how Jesus felt when He spoke of the one lost sheep… I wonder if I would get to see them again, and get to pass them the keychain. Maybe, one day. And hopefully, that would make the child’s day.

Sinbad the Snake

Inspired by a viral internet story, The Oath by Frank Peretti, and a reflection on life.

The boy squealed in glee as his new pet wrapped itself around his fingers – a spotted python. He named it Sinbad.

Everyday, the boy would feed Sinbad and play with it. The two were inseparable; each night, the boy put Sinbad beside his pillow as it entwined itself around his wrist.

Years later, the boy had grown into a young man, and Sinbad a majestic creature with scales that glistened in the sun. Spanning four-metres, it was a sight to behold.

“Sinbad, you have to eat…”

The snake ignored the wriggling mouse being dangled over its head, its forking tongue dancing wildly.

That night, Sinbad’s cold deadly eyes fixed itself on the young man. For an entire week it had been saving it’s appetite for this prize (that’s what pythons do, they stretch out their stomachs and make space for big prey). Stretching out its body, Sinbad’s fanged mouth opened wide. The young man awoke to a sharp piercing pain, but it was too late. His screams drowned out by Sinbad’s malicious hissing.

Some times, we entertain sin because of the temporary happiness it brings. Like the young boy, we keep Sin as a pet for companionship. We feed it, and it grows stronger and stronger… At first it seems beautiful, like Sinbad’s majestic exterior. But only until the day that we learn we were never its master; it’s too late once we’re completely consumed by it. This is Truth we have to learn to grapple with. You might ask, did the young man survive? That depends on his choices… But one thing’s for sure, if you sleep with sin, be sure that it’ll bite back one day.