Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

This photo was taken at Cusco, Peru during one of their local festival where all the children dressed up in their traditional custom. I was just happened to be at the Plaza de Armas in the morning waiting for my flight and saw these children usually two by two holding hands, head touching head, or dancing together. Peru shown me a culture of rich in culture as well as being companionable.


Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

The world through your eyes or through my eyes?! We came from different backgrounds, we see things from different perspectives, and we choose what we want to see. There are so many photos to choose from, but I knew I have to pick one with people in it; I finally decided on this little girl with her curiosity look, climbing up and down the stone wall just to see the world a little differently through her eyes.

world through your eyes

Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves

Talk about curves, the big rubber curvy ducky came to Hong Kong for a visit. I didn’t realize how curvy she was in a much smaller size inside the bath tube until she landed on Victoria harbor.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting

I was like these photographers standing, watching, and waiting to catch the perfect, fleeting sunset. All of a sudden, I realized there are many kindred spirits around enjoying and trying to imprint the beauty of God’s creation that is fleeting everyday.


Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says

This was taken in China- my Chinese is not that good, so I look into the English for understanding what the sign says. If you figure it out the meaning, please let me know.

the sign says

Weekly Photo Challenge: In The Background

As a photographer, I am always behind the camera and sometimes like to place myself in the background. Here is one taken recently just for the fun of seeing myself in the reflection.

in the background


Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape

When I think of escape, my immediate association is prisoners yearning for freedom. They do anything to get away, escape from their physical confinement. I wonder how many of us are chained by the invisible… where there seems to be no escape. On the other hand, unlike prisoners, we do have a choice to take the time that is allotted to us to escape, to free ourselves from present responsibilities for a day or just an hour. If it is guilt that you are trying to escape from, may the Lord have mercy on you.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

Patterns are one of the key fundamental techniques in photography; it has become a habit lay deep in my subconscious when I pick up a camera. Here is an example of one when I was in Taiwan.


The Story of an Egg

by Judi Chow
I am an egg; I am a cracked egg;
I have to stay away; I don’t want others to see my cracks.

I am a cracked egg; I have no choice;
I have to protect my cracks; I can’t let others touch my vulnerable cracks.

I wasn’t born a cracked egg; I am an Omega-3 egg;
Created with a special purpose, to be more nutritious, more healthy, and more valuable!
Yet my shell is much thinner, I needed to be handled with care.

My master wants to preserve me, make me into a salty egg.
I was dropped inside a glass jar; I crashed into other eggs…
I felt my shell cracking slowly, there is nothing I can do to stop it!

Why? Why me? I used to be worth 3 times more than other eggs;
Now I am worthless, just soaking in salty water, waiting to be throw away!
I am not ready to ask -Why not me?!

After what seemed forever, the master opened the jar,
carefully scooped me out, gently wiped me clean, and
deliberately placed me on a carton.

I don’t understand it; there are other eggs in the jar, but I was the one chosen!
My master started taking pictures of me, focusing on my cracks, saying how beautiful they are.

I am just a cracked egg; I was chosen for a special purpose;
I don’t need to hide my cracks now; everyone can see through my cracked shell.

I don’t mind it anymore; hopefully they will learn as I did,
to see from my master’s eyes: the beauty and usefulness of a cracked egg!

Who Touched Me?

By Judi Chow

I don’t know if you have experienced walking through a street so crowded where people pressing against you. Come to Hong Kong and you will have a taste of “people-mountain, people-sea.” Recently I found myself giving the look to people  whom stopped suddenly in front of me. This might be an indication that I have fully adapted to the Hong Kong culture where everyone is always in a hurry. I don’t bother to see the people stopping were receiving a phone call, resting their feet, or figuring out where they were going. My concern was somebody is blocking me and I was in a hurry. I also get irritated when people pressing against my back when waiting in line; I can smell their sweat. I don’t like it when strangers touched me accidentally or intentionally; I needed my personal space. Yet, I remembered long ago, a stranger, a woman, in the crowd intentionally touched Jesus. (Matthew 9:20-22, Mark 5:25-34, or Luke 8:43-48)

      She was in a desperate situation. 
He has the power to heal her. 

     She reached out and touched Him. 

He felt a release of power.

     She was cured immediately. 

He asked, “Who touched me?”

     She was fearful and trembling.

He kept looking for her

     She fell at His feet and told her story.

He called her, daughter.

It was a brief exchange, but that encounter with Jesus changed that woman’s life forever. I wondered why would the omniscience (all knowing) Lord ask this question: who touched me? After all, Jesus was on His way to help a dying girl! That woman just wanted an anonymous healing, but Jesus took the time and made it personal. By asking a simple question: who touched me? Jesus gave her a choice, almost like an invitation to come forward to hear Him called her daughter. In the midst of “people-mountain, people-sea,” Jesus calling her with such intimacy, acknowledging her faith, granting her not only physical healing but spiritual satisfaction as well. If this is not the personal relationship Jesus offers, what is?

As a missionary, how can I counteract this hurry, busy, crowding culture and be sensitive enough to know those around me are in need? In the midst of “people-mountain, people-sea,” how can I learn to ask appropriate and sensitive questions so that I can develop a personal relationship with the one in need? How can I… instead of putting myself in Jesus’ shoes wanting to help others, maybe I should place myself in that woman’s shoes to see if I needed healing? Maybe I should reach out and touch Jesus to see if I can hear Him asking: daughter, did you touch me?