Downtown Grand Rapids: Art of the Collaborative City


There was a time when people knew or had heard the name of Detroit more than the state of Michigan. They would more likely not know if you were to tell them that you were living in Michigan, least Grand Rapids. Usually I tell people back home that I live in a small village called Grand Rapids. However, I started learning to love this city for … Continue reading Downtown Grand Rapids: Art of the Collaborative City

Scary Moments Staying Behind the Wheels During Tornado


Watching tornado chasers in television always enthused me. They seemed to be crazily adventurous people who drive after tornado and shot video clips putting their lives in danger. However, they have found joy and their purpose in their lives doing so. For me as a spectator, it never made complete sense of it. It still does not. Last night, we had an EF1 tornado that … Continue reading Scary Moments Staying Behind the Wheels During Tornado

The Aftereffects of Fender Bender and Gratitude to My Maker


I am suffering from the aftereffects of a fender bender. That was the first time ever that I was liable for the accidents. Instead, I was in the receiving end. I am very grateful to my God that my son and I drove home unharmed that night. My SUV was also not damaged than expected. My son did not even know what happened that night. … Continue reading The Aftereffects of Fender Bender and Gratitude to My Maker

“I Know Saint Peter Won’t Call My Name”


Inspired by the lyrics of Cold Play’s Viva La Vida. Maybe a week or two ago, I had take my son to his doc’s appointment. This cathedral stand just opposite of his doc’s office, but it never caught my attention before the way it did that day. The warm sun, sky texture, and pleasant color of the wall were what I found quite beautiful! Continue reading “I Know Saint Peter Won’t Call My Name”

Being a minority


Being a minority does hurt. It hurts a lot. When I first came to America at a public university, no body really cared.  I had a hard time making friends. We automatically got pushed to the international student group or ‘support’ group. Regular American students were disinterested in foreign students unless they were particularly interested in your country and culture. When some Christian friends came … Continue reading Being a minority