Looking Up

As a six-year-old, I spent some evenings learning from my mother to write in Chinese. She began by deftly forming several Chinese characters at the head of a large copybook and explaining what they meant. I would then copy each of her characters multiple times in a...

Heart (Re)tuning

My palms burned as I held the tuning peg on my cello in a death grip, tightening it millimetre by stubborn millimetre. Would it stay put? Cautiously picking at the string, I heard a perfectly pitched “A” ring out. The moment I released the peg, though, it immediately...

Who’s Enough?

“I’m too fat; I’m too tall. I sing off-key and I don’t fit at all.” So runs a rhyme I made up as a seven-year-old with a crippling case of self-doubt. For several years, I chanted this merciless mantra under my breath whenever I did something wrong, couldn’t find...

Who’s Got the Road Map?

A couple of years ago, I spent a summer tour guiding at the Parliament of Canada. Visitors young and old from across the world flocked to marvel at one of our nation’s most prized monuments, take photos of Parliamentary chambers and admire the view of the national...

Prepping for Eternity’s Worship Set List

Quick—grab a pen and jot down five of your favourite songs to sing at church on Sunday. Now take a look at what you wrote. Do all of or most of your songs lean toward a certain time period or style?   If you’ve been raised to worship God with songs in a certain...