Melakahere we come again” means meeting family, old friends, sharing precious lessons in our Christian journeys, eating durians (a bumper crop this year) etc.
The town is vastly changed now, with traffic jams everywhere, new roads which confuse (we dare not drive), savouring favourite foods in the hawker stalls…. Tek recalls nostalgic memories of “My childhood in Malacca“.
There are always useful lessons we constantly pick up in our travels which we pass on in “Travellers Tales’“.
We met up with dear friend Joan Swee whose story A widow’s Reflection was posted in our #37 issue. Here we post “Grief, be gone” the testimonies of people who have been healed through her ministry Whispering Hope in Singapore.
Melaka Here We Come Again
Divine appointments, sharing in different groups….
by Goldie Chong.
Dr Wong opening his home-grown durians for us. …. Read More…
My Childhood in Malacca
Why I love my old hometown.
by Tek Chong
One of the things that have changed since 50 years ago.