Paul reminds us that all those who have chosen to follow Christ have crucified the flesh, that is their old sinful natures, with its passions and desires. So, we shouldn’t be too preoccupied with what “I” want to do because “I” has been crucified! As Paul says in Gal 2, “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
A few weeks ago, I woke up to the news that an eighteen-year-old in my extended family had taken his own life. Reeling from this shocking, disturbing information, I was forced to shift my inward focus outward. I wondered if the reasons for one to take such a drastic step could simply be condensed to a fear of exams or an inability to bear rejection in a romantic relationship.
I never imagined that within a year my concept of church would be torn down and rebuilt. We moved from Los Angeles to San Jose in the summer of 2019. This was not our first move. My husband and I had moved across six cities and two continents in our twelve-year marriage.
This article and thought process has been triggered by a recent article published by respected magazine – Christianity Today – that raised sexual harassment allegations against a celebrated Christian leader and teacher. In the weeks prior to that, non-Christian / mainstream news-agencies had already started reporting on the incident.
When news of the coronavirus broke in March, I did not expect the shutdown to last for more than a month. I assumed life would bounce back to normal soon, and that my plans for the year would remain mostly intact. I was wrong.
Today we live in times that none of us were prepared for. The unexpected turn of events, the unmeasurable waves of grief, and uncertain times that lie ahead of us. In the midst of all this chaos – the one question that everyone is trying to answer is, “How do we respond? How do we live well?”.
The best race I’ve ever run in my life was the 1500 metres in the 1991 “Mussoorie Olympics”, an inter-school competition held in Wynberg Allen School, Mussoorie. I was running alongside many runners, but also against the reigning champion who was a shoo-in to win.