I’m engrossed with Azra Raza’s new release ‘The First Cell’. For those of you who love Atul Gawande and Paul Kalanithi, Raza writes in a similar style – poetic, beautiful, moving prose but with medical rigorous language as someone who is well-read in the field. […]

Read the preceding posts in the Micah6.8 series here: Part 1: never productive enough, Part 2: the food we eat. It was hard for me to write this post. Ironically, it had to do with wanting to make it beautiful, perfect, have things fit together […]

Hi friends! Lots of changes have happened over the past 2 months – August was crazy in trying to get everything ready for the 2 week vacation and the subsequent move to Strasbourg, where I currently am. But it happened, and life slowed down dramatically […]

It’s a slow Sunday afternoon. I’m camped out at a cafe here in Strasbourg’s Old Town, trying to do some writing, but nothing’s really coming. Usually my Sundays are filled with packing up after worship, Explaining Faith, going to the mosque, and preparing my heart […]

So, I chanced upon this piece when I was doing some thinking/research about the topic of beauty for my next post.  It was written 3 years ago as a letter to my self 10 years ago. So in a way, it is a flashback to […]

To read Part 1 of the Micah 6.8 series: Never productive enough. “Our kitchens and other eating places more and more resemble filling stations, as our homes more and more resemble motels. ‘Life is not very interesting,’ we seem to have decided. ‘Let its satisfactions […]

Summer is such a time of transition and with back-to-back weeks of people visiting followed by me immediately jetting off to Atlanta for the Emerging Apologists Program and now Toronto for a research conference, I’ve been feeling the lack of routine. But, routine or not, […]

I haven’t done a series in a while, in fact since I did the farming series back when I launched the blog.  But, last weekend, I was in New York City for a friends’ wedding and had some good conversation with college friends about the […]

after writing the post on my grandfather, I realized how much I enjoy writing about my cultural past and started to sift through some of my writing published on the blog I ran during my time in China. I found a few gems that I […]

Fong Hing was his name. The road sweeper, that is. His olive sun-burned face was always gently kind, creased in with wrinkles too old for his actual age, although no one really knew what that was. What we did know for sure was that when […]