by Soo-Inn Tan | Oct 17, 2007 | 2007, Articles, Death & Grief, Life Issues
I love visiting North America in the fall. I love the fall colours. My cousin was in between chemotherapy rounds and insisted on driving us out into the country to do some apple picking. In half an hour we were in an orchard outside of Toronto. It was a cloudy day....
by Soo-Inn Tan | Oct 1, 2007 | 2007, Articles, Life Issues, Meaning & Purpose
My church was very kind. I applied for no pay leave for October and they agreed. There were two key events in October and I had to be away. First, I have to be in Penang to celebrate my mother’s 80th birthday. And tonight (September 30), Bernice and I travel to...
by Soo-Inn Tan | Sep 14, 2007 | 2007, Articles, Life Issues, Work & Vocation
He was 29. He worked for one of the Big Four accounting firms. He was successful. And he was leaving work past midnight most nights. With limited time for his wife and his church community he knew that something was wrong. But he was too tired to reflect as to what he...
by Soo-Inn Tan | Jun 29, 2007 | 2007, Arrogance & Pride, Articles, Dependence on God, God, Life Issues
Are you humble? This is the ultimate Catch-22 question. To answer in the negative is to admit that you are not humble. To answer “yes” is to reveal that you have a somewhat high opinion of yourself and therefore are not really humble. You just can’t...
by Soo-Inn Tan | Jun 14, 2007 | 2007, Articles, Emigration, God, God's Will, Life Issues
I am no chess buff but everyone knows that Garry Kasparov was world champion. Wikipedia tells us that “Kasparov became the youngest ever World Chess Champion in 1985.” What some of us may not know is that in recent times he has become a leader in...
by Soo-Inn Tan | May 24, 2007 | 2007, Articles, Death & Grief, Life Issues, Meaning & Purpose
Funerals are a gift because there are few things in life that throws the primary questions of life in your face like a funeral. Funerals insist that we shake off our life-stupor, at least for a while. Against the backdrop of the smell of the wreaths, the hushed tones...
