Pastoral Letters are weekly communications from our church pastor to the congregation.  They are mostly original reflections on the Word of God in response to church events or current affairs, local or beyond, with the primary intent to exhort Christians to live rightly before God in the real world.  Short bibliographies are sometimes featured towards the same end.

We pray that these writings will be a great blessing to you!

Be Perceptive: There is Judgment

Students know that the exams are approaching in a month’s time. They know the consequences of not doing well. Yet they are still not studying hard two weeks before the exams after all the warnings and nagging of mother. It takes 1 hour to reach your working place. You know...

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A Holistic Training School

What’s the difference between a home schooled child who is taught by tutors in a home setting and one who attends a public school? Both systems carry advantages, but a public school has various facilities, a school of teachers who specialise in their own fields and subjects, a body of...

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Spiritual Myopia

I started having a blurred vision, myopia when I was 17. But I refused glasses and chose to squint my eyes to focus. I thought that a real man cannot put on glasses. But I did finally, and was I glad! I could see clearly again. In the same way,...

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FLIP Lives for God

When the apostle Andrew found the Saviour, the Lord Jesus, he brought his brother Peter to see the Lord (John 1:40-41). When Cornelius arranged for Peter to preach the gospel, he brought his relatives and close friends to his house to hear Peter preach: “And on the following day they...

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Eternal Things

Under normal circumstances, no one would buy a coke for $10 in Singapore because $10 can buy more things than that. How much do you think your life is worth? Is it worth $100,000? Or is its value $1 million? No, your life is priceless—its value is of infinite worth...

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New Mercies Every Morning

I attended a fun-fair when I was little. My parents gave a stall owner some money and they gave me hoops the size of my palm. If I land three hoops on three cans, I win a prize. All the hoops I threw missed the target. That day, I won...

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