Pat Robertson needs to keep quiet

I was saddened when I first read news about the massive earthquake in Haiti, and got really upset when I read this story on CNN:

(CNN) — Pat Robertson, the evangelical Christian who once suggested God was punishing Americans with Hurricane Katrina, says a “pact to the devil” brought on the devastating earthquake in Haiti.

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Darren’s Story Part II

Some of you might remember Darren’s story which I wrote the night after he got married in Sep 2006. When I was a journo I asked Darren if I could write the newspaper story on him, but he was too shy. He’s not so shy now, and my dear ex-colleague Wan Ching finally did the deed a few days ago for The New Paper. I’ve reproduced her article here and it relates in greater detail what happened that fateful night and how he’s progressed since his marriage. Praise the Lord.



Helpless and with half his skull lost after a severe stroke, comeback doc wants to inspire others


IT HAD been his lifelong dream to be a doctor. He graduated top of his cohort in his junior college and worked hard in medical school to realise his dream.

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Life is simple, really.

Haven’t had much time to blog due to extreme work commitments over the past few weeks. Came down with stomach flu too on Tuesday, which I had to expel from my system with prayer, willpower and lots of Glucolin. And thank God I was up and running by Wed, a minor miracle in itself.

Just a thought for the day which I didn’t cut/paste from somewhere else.

Life is actually very simple. I’ve observed that it gets complicated when people think that the universe revolves around them and try to fit the pieces of the puzzle together from their own perspective. Unfortunately, they’ll find that the pieces they have don’t really fit together, because they don’t see the bigger picture nor do they realize that the pieces aren’t meant to fit neatly next to each other.

Now when I tell people that I lead a simple and contented life, some don’t really believe me. The answer, cannot be that simple, they argue. But I sleep easy every night (except before major work events, of course), because life is simple, really. Thank God for that.

I can’t prove God exists. So how?

Recently, some of my old postings on Christianity have seen a revival in comments from two readers. You might want to read the posts and the comments

Why, God, Why?

Why I go to church

The latest reply I did to a reader named Stephen is so long, I might as well post it as a new entry (so you other regular readers don’t complain that I haven’t been posting often enough ;D).

It touches upon why I can’t prove the existence of God to a non-believer, yet I continue to believe in Him.

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Why I go to church

This was originally posted by me in 1999 on my old homepage.

Why go to Church?

Let me confess something first. I’ve always thought that church was boring. I sat through countless chapel sessions in my 12 years at the Anglo-Chinese schools and by the time I was Secondary One, I was thoroughly sick and tired of someone preaching up there at the pulpit. The songs that we had to sing were all the same anyway, and when I was a non-Christian (or pseudo-Christian, perhaps), they didn’t really mean anything except for a chance to rebel and just mouth the words along. One common sight during my time, and maybe even now, is that of students taking chapel to be a good time to doze off and catch up on their dreams.

And when I was asked to go to a church on a few occasions when I was young, what worse thing could happen except to see that it was little, if not different from my dreary chapel sessions? More preaching – sheesh. And the fact that I would not be able to get up late on Sundays?!? What about my cartoons?

Church? No way jose

Well, since that time, I’ve become an "ardent fan" of going to church. Not that it’s anything hip to do or that I go there to look and act holy, but church has become much more than waking up early on Sunday mornings to say your prayers and confessions. Nothing short of physical exhaustion or disembodiement will stop me from going to Leng Kwang and there are good reasons why, something I hope non-church-going Christians and non-believers out there will stop and read about here.

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