I was asked by a Pastor to share what the Holy Week meant to me. This is what I wrote to her:

Holy Week forces me to focus. It brings the Gospel to reality. God speaks to us through His Word from Genesis to Revelations.

But from the beginning of time to Eternity, EVERYTHING hinged upon the Holy Week. He rode into Jerusalem on Sunday knowing what was going to happen. Monday to Wednesday, he carried on with His Father’s work. On Thursday, was His Last Supper. He served His disciples, even the one who betrayed Him.

Then He went to Gethsemane. Gethsemane is particularly moving for me. Here, His humanity was most harrowing. He could have said no. He had the option. He chose obedience.

Gethsemane changed everything. It changed history. It changed my life.

On Friday, I crucified Him.

On Sunday, God raised Him.

He won. I lost.

What did He do then? He brought me into the winning team.

Holy Week is the entire Bible, entire creation, and eternity brought into focus. Holy Week makes Jesus real to me. Holy Week brings me to me to tears.


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Screenshot 2013-12-02 17.27.51I’ve been identified as a foodie. I can understand that. I take lots of pictures of food. But I also take lot of pictures in general.

So, for the record, I’m a Phoodie, not a Foodie. I like taking pictures of food. About half the pictures of food I have taken, I did not eat. While I enjoy food, I’m not the guy who will queue even 5 minutes for the best char kuay teow on the island. 

I appreciate decent food and great service in an ambiance I appreciate. I’ll pay for that. 

Interestingly, a one picture I posted years ago which garnered a lot of likes (crab linguine) was probably the most vile thing I had ever tasted. But the picture looked good.

So yeah, don’t use to my pics as an indication of what’s good. 

I’m a Phoodie, not a Foodie. It’s a photograph. 


(PS I’ve never read the term Phoodie. It may be a first. If it goes viral, remember, it started here first.)


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It’s not often I would admit liking a rebuke. Last night, I went to a dear friends’ place for dinner. They have 3 kids who are fond of me. I usually see them a few times a year. For a variety of reasons, I apparently hadn’t been over for the whole year.

As always, it was nice to be there. Before dinner, mommy and daddy called upon the 9-year-old daughter to say a prayer before the meal. This is how the prayer went:

Dear Lord, thank you for bringing Uncle DD back after more than a year (emphasis hers, not mine). Thank you for friends and family and this meal. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Ooops. Kena whack. I promised to be a more regular visitor in 2014.

But to be honest, being scolded in prayer never felt so good. Aw.

During dinner, she asked me when I was leaving to make sure I wasn’t going to eat and run. She later on thanked me a few times for coming. Yes, I stayed until after her bedtime. 🙂


As I was writing this, I got a message from my friend, who said, “Thank you Danesh. I see your pics on FB from time to time. I love how you enjoy and appreciate little things in life.”

I do.


Lemniscates indeed, are forever.

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