And They Sing The Sunday Routine

From behind, I caught a glimpse of them, little children, carefree and pure, lined side by side. They took their spots up front, just before the stage, fidgeting excitedly about. Oh, how they drew the attention of the rest of the churchgoers, clearly thrilled to have them partake in joint worship. In consideration of the…

Writer’s Note: Coping With Schedules

Dear readers, In lieu of the usual weekend piece, I’d like to reflect on my journey so far, four months into the commitment to write more regularly, the ups and downs, pros and cons, and lessons learnt. Just to quell any rumblings that I might be reconsidering my own resolve, setting a consistent schedule was…

Chinatown: Tradition’s Last Frontier

I’ll admit — when I was younger, I never enjoyed going to Chinatown. Not only was it out of the way — requiring bus/train transfers — but it was run down and seemed to be in a perpetual state of chaos, like a large colony of ants scattering about after being sprayed with water. Wide,…

Pursuing the Autumn Dusk: A Photo Essay

Highway after highway, the bus carrying several passengers, including myself, strode effortlessly along. I remember looking out of the window, watching neat rows of houses pass me by. “I wonder how life is like in those neighbourhoods,” I would muse over and over. Eventually, the houses disappeared, and we crossed over a deep gorge —…

Writer’s Note: Moving Forward

This is something I wanted to do for some time now. In fact, I should have done this sooner, but I wasn’t sure if I had it in me. Dear readers, I am writing this on the back of a trip to Japan just a few days ago, and I will be posting my reflections…

Less Is More — Yangon Reflections [Part 4]

This is a continuation of Part 3, which you can find here. 10:00am, Hesed Community Church, Nyaung Hwa Village On the penultimate day of our stay, we decided to visit a church familiar to the team that was there on a previous trip. Pastor Kyaw Min Tun was first introduced to us by Laval, and…

Less Is More — Yangon Reflections [Part 3]

As I began to write this, I realised that eight months have passed since we found ourselves roaming the streets and villages in and around Yangon. Although bits and pieces of the trip have blurred over time, the congregation of EEC remains vivid in my memory, and their joyous expressions continue to stir me. Social…