Russell Jeung says Chinese people can speak two love languages fluently: food and sacrifice.
Growing up in a conservative Christian household, I saw Hell as the final punishment of a long escalating list of discplinary options. To hear my evangelical Chinese American parents tell it, a fiery eternity was the greatest argument to keep a young kid in line and out of trouble.
My last morning in Hawai'i dawned lush and bright, like every morning of the previous five weeks. As I splashed water on my face, looking out over the small town of Hilo, I thought back on my unexpected journey to the Big Island.
You know what freedom feels like? It feels like jerking awake with the gut-wrenching realization that I have no one to blame but myself.
I was on stage. In Beijing. In front of about 400 young Chinese kids. It was June 10, 2011, and the city’s swampy mixture of pollution, dust, and air had me sweating through my tank top at Tango, the mega-club next door to Jin Ding Xuan.
ASIAN AMERICAN MUSIC is maddeningly difficult to pin down: What is Asian American music, who is making it, and why? Is it music made by Asian Americans? For Asian Americans?
JOSHUA HARRIS LIED TO US. If you were a young conservative Christian man or woman growing up in the 1990s and 2000s, the Maryland pastor's bestselling book on Christian relationships, “I Kissed Dating Goodbye”, was the de facto Lost Book of the Bible.
FEAR. SADNESS. UNCERTAINTY. These emotions used to scare me, but I’ve been discovering that they’re actually the feeling of breaking new ground.
“Wo zhu le Niuyue yi nian. Hen weixian; nali you hen duo heiren.”
Jason Chu is not your typical Christian artist — or more accurately, does not appear like it. He sits across from me at a Hong Kong style cafe, with his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a big cross tattooed across the center of his chest.