By Eugene Ong, Temasek Polytechnic Early this year, I went through a transition when I decided to leave my church’s youth ministry. I felt there was a lack of direction
By Michael Yang, Anchor Community Hi, I’m Michael, a second-year university student at Cambridge doing Economics and a member of the OYP Anchor community (for Singapore Catholic Students in Europe).
By Rebecca Tan, NTU Catholic Students Apostolate Hello brothers and sisters in Christ, I am Rebecca. I am in Year 3, studying Music and English in NIE. I am born
By Samantha Lye, RCIY Before meeting Christ, I was someone who was careless with my words and actions and wrestled with many broken friendships. I tried to portray the ‘best’
by Charmaine Louis I grew up as an independent middle child in a family of five. My mother often reminded me how expensive it was to have me from the
by Joshua Tan (above photo, second-from-right), 26 years old Before entering the School of Witness, I had strong personal encounters with Jesus and was already on the journey of discipleship.
by Vivien Mak (above photo, middle), 19 years old Before coming to the School of Witness, I was contented with life. I didn’t discern about coming to SOW or made
by Petrina Lew (above photo, left), 26 years old Before coming to SOW, I would only pray, visit the adoration room and attend daily masses if I was praying for
by Walter Seow, 27 years old I grew up in a very strict environment. I know that my mom has always loved me unconditionally, but because of her own wounds,
by Ryan Paul “Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful” – Luke 7:36 We are all called to be merciful just as God is merciful to us. The Greek word
by Jamie Lin Whenever people talk about sin, it tends to revolve around a fierce God who will punish us for every trespass we commit: Cain was made to walk
by Nicholas Loo Have you ever wished you could begin anew? Have there been choices that you’ve come to regret, or experiences you wish you never have been subject to?
“I don’t know.” Under a dim kitchen light, John stood before his mother, with his eyes fixated on the tips of his feet. Puzzled, his mother, Mary, continued to