“The Riot” Through a Child’s Eyes

In the year 2000 in Indonesia I was having fun with my brother (surprisingly) when we somehow heard the news. I was eight years old when this happened. The Muslims were burning down Christian's houses because they wanted to revolt. My Mom said we had to go to Holiday inn. At first I wasn't afraid. I thought the riot would stop and everything would be okay. I was wrong.

Up in Smoke

As a way to deal with the 2020 pandemic, I am remembering God's goodness and protection and telling of his works to the next generation. This is the first in a series on the Lombok riots of January 2000 — another time when life was upended, uncertain, and anxiety-ridden.

Creating Brings Life to Grief

I'm on another crafting binge. The last time I made so many projects in one stretch was after my dad passed away. When I finally came up for air, I asked myself, "What was that?" I now realize it was my response to grief.

Stand Still and Be Sad

Feelings of sadness have flooded my soul and the social media of my friends and family. We are sad, both individually and collectively. And we have every right to be.

Mentoring in Times of Crisis

Mentoring doesn’t feel like a relevant topic for surviving life in a pandemic. But I firmly believe that mentoring is absolutely necessary right now.

Upended

Mary was all set to marry Joseph and raise a normal Jewish family in Nazareth. She expected to follow in her mother's footsteps. She was probably already dreaming of how she would keep her kitchen, raise her children and organize her days. But all that changed in an instant.