I have long been fascinated with Francis Chan. I first “discovered” the man in 2005 when I was a pimply high school sophomore, still relatively…
Every Sunday, it’s pretty much the same routine at First Chinese Baptist. I typically arrive 10 minutes late. This isn’t intentional, of course, but I’ve…
The other day I received an email with the subject title, “The inner city needs you!” complete with exclamation point. What followed was a series…
If you grew up in church, you know that the worst thing any young man can do is look at pornography. This post isn’t about that…
Earlier this year I was taking Conversational Cantonese at City College. After a lifetime of fractional non-conversations with my grandparents with mom and dad as…
The first time anyone came out to me, I was a junior in college. Up until that point, I didn’t have any close friends who…
And she named him Moses, saying, “I drew him out of the water.” One day, after Moses had grown up, he went out to where…
A few weeks ago I sat down with Dave Lomas, head pastor at Reality SF. Why he would meet with a scrub like me is…
I fell in love with poetry in the first grade. Ms. Pascucci would play Shel Silverstein cassettes tapes on our class’s boom box and I…
Happy 2014! One of my new year’s resolutions is to better formulate my experiences as an Asian American, particularly as they relate to faith. I…