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Walking With a Friend Who’s Grieving a Divorce
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Genevieve’s voice poured through the phone to me. She’s going through court proceedings following a horrific divorce.

I Was About to Quit My Church Job, But God Showed Up
I started working in a local church two years ago. Working in church wasn’t new to me, as I had worked in my home church before.

Can Guys And Girls Really Just Be Friends?
In this modern day and age of mixed signals between members of the opposite sex, how can we cultivate healthy intergender friendship?

Steady and Faithful is the New Sexy
I was brushing my teeth one night in my pyjamas, mulling over the day, when I had one of those moments–you know, where God tugs my chin upward and lets me peek in a bit to what He’s doing in these mundane days that slip by.

3 Ways to Love Your Unlovely Colleagues
Sacrificial love is hard, even when it is directed towards someone we truly love.
But loving someone we don’t love—someone who makes our life miserable and difficult, well, that feels almost impossible at times!

The Day God Woke Me Up From the Rat Race
We live in a culture that teaches us to put ourselves first and do whatever it takes to get into our ideal course or dream job. The message is clear—we need to stand out, to constantly evolve because if we don’t, we will be left behind.

It's Time to Talk About Racism in the Church
“There’s an African church in another part of town. Perhaps that would be better for your husband.”
That was what a lady said to me one Sunday as l was chatting with someone in the church courtyard before the morning service.

When Someone Goes Astray
The first time I met my friend, she told me that she had accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior when she was six. But when I encouraged her to come to church regularly, she shifted with embarrassment and told me she was struggling with an addiction, and wanted to straighten out her life before finding God again.

Stop Trivializing Favoritism
Growing up as the middle child, I always felt that my parents favored my brothers. I wasn’t as good as they were in both my studies and swimming, and I would feel pangs of jealousy whenever my parents praised my brothers for their achievements and gave them first pick of the food and presents.