By Rev Dr Forest Koh
On our way back to Singapore, I changed my flight to travel with my wife. I was supposed to fly a day later—my mistake. But I had bought cancellation insurance, so Trip.com allowed me to change the ticket for free. I even received a refund of sixteen dollars and fifty cents. Wednesday is not a popular day for travel, so the airport was quieter than usual.
Yet our hearts were heavy.
by Rev Dr Forest Koh
My family in Christ, thank you for holding our family in prayer during this tender season. I want to share honestly with you—not as a pastor who has answers neatly arranged, but as a fellow pilgrim learning, once again, what it means to trust God together.
By Rev Dr Forest Koh
A few months ago, my son looked me in the eye and told me, “Dad, it’s time you start going to the gym.” He wasn’t joking. He explained that as we age, building muscle isn’t just about looking good - it’s about staying healthy, preventing falls, supporting weaker joints, and slowing down physical deterioration. He made sense, but I hesitated.
By Rev Dr Forest Koh
During our Office Bearers’ Briefing last Sunday, I shared off script that we are always working against culture. As I reflected on that statement later, I realized it is true—but only in part. In a society that prizes busyness, efficiency, and constant rushing, it is easy to be swept along. To pause, to rest, to be still before God, these are deeply counter-cultural acts. They remind us that our worth is not measured by speed or productivity, but by grace. Sabbath, silence, and prayer quietly protest a culture that never stops.
By Rev Dr Forest Koh
During last year’s Christmas Combined Service, I intentionally chose to worship in the annex hall. I wanted to experience what it felt like to worship together, yet at a distance - watching the service through a screen. There was a sense of togetherness, but also a subtle distance. While I gave thanks for the improved sound and visual system, the atmosphere was undeniably different from the sanctuary.
By Rev Dr Forest Koh
On Christmas night, our community gathered for An Open Door For All—a celebration where everything came together for the glory of God. What began with music and worship overflowed into food, crafts, and even the tender gift of massage from our visually handicapped friends. It was a night where grace was not just sung, but lived.
Rehearsals were far from perfect-- lines were forgotten, the choir sometimes lost the music, and sickness made some late. Yet when the evening came, God wove it all into harmony. What seemed broken in practice became whole in performance, reminding us that His strength is made perfect in our weakness.
