Mother Teresa, our super house helper (who spoils me rotten, and serves me like she would the  queen dowager) asked for a few days off for a...

Some people see busking as begging or panhandling. I don’t. I see it as heroic, especially if done for others.     Busking, for me, is an ho...

A well-loved former pastor, who now leads a flock in the US, visited our church with his wife one Sunday. It was a nostalgic grace day for u...

After the awe-inspiring  museum visit , what could possibly happen next? Son #3 planned to end our historical tour with flourish at a quaint...

Before I could process my analog mind, media had undergone a total make-over. It’s like a siege that begins in rem sleep and continues throu...

This art style (short for Decorative Arts) of architecture and visual arts began  in Paris in the 1910s.  From the 20s to early 30s, the wor...

Is a 25-year-old book old? Not really. Think of the classics published hundreds of years ago that we still read and re-read. And the most-re...

Sorrow and thankfulness are two sides of the same coin. This much I learned on April 18, 2003 , Good Friday, when our Mom breathed her last ...

Whenever I watch kids playing without fear of falling down or bumping into things, I say that phrase—not as a wish but as a pause for gratit...

For four decades now, the Christian Writers' Fellowship (CWF) has been a community dedicated to developing skills in writing Christian n...

R&R is best known as the abbreviation for rest and recreation , a much-needed downtime after days of grueling schedules.  That’s what w...

My Father’s Favorite Ride (illustrated by Domz Agsaway ), is the 4th in My Father’s Favorite series of concept books for young readers. I...

Listening with my heart was a blessing. But without functioning ears, unheard spoken words couldn't reach the heart.   Listening with m...

Driving a few miles away from noisy—and often unruly—Metro Manila, then arriving in a quiet farm owned by a couple at whose wedding I was a ...

Do you sometimes weep during worship? I do. In the past, it was “sometimes,” or “on occasion.” But in recent Sundays, it has been “always.” ...

This boggles and jiggles the mind.   My blog hits spiked in the last two years. From an average of 8,000 hits a month (which made me cackle ...

One movie. That’s my monumental achievement every year.  I specialize in waiting for a movie I can sit through and feast on for two+ hours. ...

Where to go? What to do? A place not too far. A place not too near.  Before son #2 and daughter-in-love arrived from the US for a brief visi...

Like many parents in this age of diaspora, I do not have all my three sons in our native land.  The current era of global migration, acceler...

These horrid times, every day seems like traveling in a desert. The world is at war: major conflicts in the Middle East, Eastern Europe, and...

(Continued from last post. Delighting Grace is Del G  and Grace Chong is GC . . .   GC: Every single one of my books is close to my heart. ...

Like grace, joy can never be described accurately. One just knows he has it--not only in feeling but also in knowledge and in a deeply roote...

“Were do I begin?” This question is always asked in writing workshops attended by would-be authors. As an author, I believe everything begin...