
3 Ways Discomfort Discomforted Me
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Not again. I was at my wit’s end. A good two and a half weeks had passed since I had finished my second course of antibiotics, but as I gazed at the ceiling that night—awake, alert, and anxious—it felt as though I was back to square one.

Letter to My Past (Gay) Self
Dear Raphael, I am you in 10 years’ time. Before I say anything else, I want you to know that you’re deeply loved by God and you’re very precious to Him. You are the apple of His eye (Psalm 17:8).

What if I Can’t Accept My Suffering?
For years, I had struggled with health issues. Plagued by auto-immune problems, anxiety, and OCD, I had to accept physical limitations and challenges with schoolwork, but I could not make peace with the mental disruption and chaos in my life.

Depression Led Me to Jesus
My depression started in December 2006; there was no trigger. I just remember feeling sad on a school trip to Japan and tired all the time.

Please don’t jump, there’s hope
I was just about to leave for work when a policeman knocked on my door. “Sir, do you know of any elderly woman living along this floor?”

I’m An Extrovert and I’m Embarrassed by It
Is anyone else out there guilty of subtly rigging your own personality assessment? You know what I’m talking about.

Why I’m Not Pursuing Gay Relationships Anymore
It was past midnight. I was with the guy I had liked for more than a year. We had just left a gay bar and, for some reason, started to talk about Christianity and homosexuality. We were both Christians, but he and I held different views on this matter.

Quitting my Job for Nepal
I remember distinctly the speaker’s call that Sunday: give one year of your life to missions. It was during the “missions month” in my church.

What does day-to-day work have to do with God?
One and a half years ago, I stepped into Harvard University as a bright-eyed graduate student in physics. My first few months were some of the most eventful moments in my life.
