I had church trauma. It came from being forced to attend my family’s church. “But what if I don’t want to go to church?” I had asked my parents on many occasions. “If you don’t, everyone will ask where you are. Don’t put us through that,” my mother would say pleadingly. Irritating. “Just tell them I’m not coming today. That’s it.” I'd try to put my foot down. But then my father would speak in his stern voice. “Do you want to bring shame on the family? You will  show up.” And

A Sunday Afternoon Encounter Scene: A Sunday afternoon. Sandra and Timmy are sitting at a hawker centre near church, having lunch, when Aunty Rose comes by. Aunty Rose: Hello, how are you all? How was that global meeting? Sandra: Good, aunty. How are you? Timmy: We're good, aunty. Thanks for asking. Sandra: You know… I’d almost forgotten about that meeting until just now. Timmy: Same. Maybe it’s because it was in the middle of the night. I remember feeling so groggy and

KAC Family Day and Water Baptism  • 2 November 2025 • Sembawang Park It was more than a picnic. It was a reminder that the Kingdom does not grow in silence. It grows when hearts meet in the open. Usually, our Celebration Sundays are within four walls. This time, the Lord drew us to the edge of the sea, to the sound of waves, to the heat that pressed close like a refining fire and to the laughter that refused to be quiet. It was not just a change in venue. It was a change in