Opinion

Our world is saturated with images. Visuals are ubiquitous. They grace magazine covers and populate brochures and billboards. Images push and shove their way into our line of sight. From logos on T-shirts to tattoos and graffiti, from graphic novels to flickering images on our computer screens, everywhere we look we are inundated by photos, icons, and graphics.

Christians from across the different ecclesiastical traditions—Orthodox, Roman Catholic and Protestant—believe that the Bible is inspired by the Holy Spirit (2 Tim 3:16-17). The Church has always held the Bible to be the Word of God through which God and his purposes for the world are revealed.

Consider the following creature of the sea: it has neither heart nor brain, its body has a higher percentage of water than Coca-Cola and it reproduces by ejecting offspring into the unknown. If someone could create such a creature, we would be in awe at this inventor's ingenuity.

In his great Sermon on the Mount, Jesus uses two metaphors to describe his Church: salt and light (Mt 5:13–16).

In the Lee Kuan Yew School of Public Policy's (LKYSPP) inaugural street count of homeless people in Singapore in 2019, it revealed between 921 and 1,050 street homeless across the island.

This question undergirds many ongoing conversations on young adults in the Methodist Church. It lies beneath disappointments, disillusionments, and frustrations nursed by young adults who feel let down when their churches remain distant from scriptural precedents and ideals.

According to a study conducted by the Pew Research Centre, roughly six in ten American adults who self-identify as Christian hold at least one New Age belief, which includes a belief in reincarnation, astrology, psychics and the presence of spiritual aura or energy in certain physical objects.

I have nothing against Father's Day. My family just never had the practice of celebrating it—along with other occasions like Mother's Day and Valentine's Day. Maybe it was because my parents were not the sentimental sort. The most we did was to attend the big, extended-family dinners my uncles or aunties would throw for my grandfathers on both sides.