Saturday, August 01, 2020

The Power of Love

Osho, the Indian public speaker, once said, "When you love a person, all fear disappears. And when you are afraid, all love disappears."

This profound truth was clearly reflected in the unwavering commitment of the three young couples who signed up for the Marriage Preparation Course. Their determination to move forward with love, despite uncertainty, is a testament to the idea that love indeed conquers fear.

At the height of the Movement Control Order (MCO) imposed to curb the spread of the Covid-19 pandemic, the course - originally scheduled for June and July - proceeded as planned. Against the odds, the couples faithfully attended all six sessions. Equally commendable were the married-couple facilitators who braved the restrictions and showed up in person to guide the lessons, embodying a spirit of service and solidarity.

Ultimately, the couples' dreams of a traditional church wedding were thwarted by the ever-extending MCO. For their families - who had looked forward to joyful banquets and heartfelt celebrations with relatives and friends - those hopes, too, had to be set aside.

Yet, pandemic or not, their resolve to begin married life together remained unshaken. The legal process to solemnize their marriages continued - if only for now, without the church bells and banquet halls. Love, after all, cannot be postponed.

Stephanie and Bryan.
Presentation of certificates to confirm 
they have completed the Marriage 
Preparation Course.

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Chapter 28: The Old Chapel of BCCM KK at Signal Hill, Kota Kinabalu

The Covid-19 pandemic has irreversibly reshaped our understanding of what it means to be the church. For generations, we were accustomed to physically “going to church” every Sunday morning - or evening, for some. But when the global lockdown began in early 2020, congregations around the world suddenly found themselves unable to gather within the familiar walls of a church building. The only viable alternative was to meet virtually, ushering in a new era of online worship and digital fellowship.

Recently, a few of us reflected on how church gatherings and liturgical practices have evolved over the decades. Many found it hard to believe that, in the early years of BCCM KK during the 1950s and early 1960s, men and women sat on opposite sides of the aisle - women on the right, men on the left. Male and female elders always occupied the front pews. As a young lad, I observed the elders’ main duties were quite straightforward: the men rang the bell and collected the offerings.

Over time, however, quiet changes began to take root. I recall noticing a few brave couples choosing to sit together. When their decision drew no opposition, others gradually followed suit. By the time BCCM KK moved to its present location at Dah Yeh Villa, gender-segregated seating had become a thing of the past - an unspoken tradition quietly laid to rest.

BCCM KK originally began as a Hakka-speaking congregation. The English congregation was only established in November 1962 (Read here). I had always worshipped with the Chinese-speaking congregation, but in 1979, after my marriage, I joined BCCM KK (English) because my wife was English-educated. Interestingly, since the English service was founded by an American pastor, it never inherited the same gender-segregation customs. From the outset, men and women sat side by side - a small but telling reminder of how cultural context shapes even the simplest aspects of church life.
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The last major renovation of the old chapel took place just over a decade ago. One of the most significant changes was the repositioning of the main entrance - from its original east-facing orientation to the opposite end, now facing west. The once naturally ventilated hall, cooled by multiple ceiling fans, has since been upgraded with wall-mounted air-conditioners to accommodate modern comfort. Despite these updates, the chapel’s exterior has been carefully preserved, maintaining its original architectural charm and historical character.

This beloved building, along with the nearby Atkinson Clock Tower and the Australia Place, stands as one of the few remaining heritage landmarks in Kota Kinabalu - silent witnesses to the city’s colonial past and post-war evolution. In 1988, the old church building was formally repurposed as the STS Chapel, following the transfer of the compound to the Sabah Theological Seminary.

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The last major event I attended at this historic chapel was the wedding of my nephew, Calvin, to his bride Stephanie in June 2018. It was a joyful celebration held within walls steeped in generations of faith and memory.
The Chapel was well decorated for the wedding occasion
of Calvin and Stephanie.
Wedding of Calvin and Stephanie in the old Chapel.
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Current 2020 Vs 1960's
The open space that once lay behind the chapel now forms its front, following the reorientation of the building. This small, flat compound was a favorite gathering spot for the pupils of the adjacent Lok Yuk Chinese Primary School during recess in those bygone days. It would come alive with groups of boys and girls energetically playing hopscotch, skipping rope, tossing glass marbles, and inventing games only children could dream up.

Today, the space sits quiet and serene, its stillness a stark contrast to the joyful chaos that once filled the air. Yet if one listens closely, it’s not hard to imagine the echoes of the past - bursts of laughter, shouts of excitement, and the patter of tiny feet - still gently reverberating through the breeze, as though the memories themselves refuse to fade.

Current 2020 Vs 1960's
When the Lok Yuk Schools - including the Chinese Primary, English Primary and English Secondary - were still operating around the chapel grounds, the chapel served many purposes beyond its Sunday worship services. It became a vibrant multi-use space, hosting conferences, youth retreats, musical performances and drama. On certain weekdays, it even transformed into an assembly hall for the English Primary and Secondary schools. Students, neatly grouped by class, would climb the long concrete stairs leading up to the chapel, their footsteps echoing through the morning air as they prepared for the school day.

In those days, the chapel welcomed teachers and students of all backgrounds and faiths. Assemblies were conducted respectfully under one roof, with no fear of offending or being offended. It was a quiet testament to the spirit of mutual respect and coexistence that once defined our society.

Sadly, that spirit has dimmed over the years. Malaysia has, in many ways, regressed in its climate of religious tolerance and acceptance. What was once a natural coming together of diverse communities is now too often marred by suspicion, restriction and division. The chapel stands as a poignant reminder of a more inclusive past - one that we would do well to remember, and perhaps, strive to reclaim.

Current 2020 Vs 1960's
Current 2020.
Current 2020 (Left photos) Vs 1965 (Right photo).
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While the open space in front of the chapel served as a lively playground for young boys and girls, the church veranda and patio were the favored hangout spots for the older boys. Leaning against the railings or lounging on the steps, they would gather in groups - chatting, joking, and observing the younger ones at play - marking their subtle transition from childhood to adolescence. It was a social hub of sorts, where friendships were forged, harmless mischief was planned, and school-day stories were exchanged under the watchful shade of the chapel eaves.
Old photo taken in 1965.
From left: Late Lee Min Jian, Richard Chua 
Len Kiong, Me, (Young boy unknown), 
Late Robert Chin Nyuk Fook, 
Robert Lee Tet Leong, Peter Tsen Lip Chong,
Late Wong Fen Onn, Daniel Vun Yoon Cho.
Old photo taken in 1965.
From left: Me, Late Lee Min Jian, 
Late Robert Chin Nyuk Fook, 
Edward Greenawald, Daniel Vun Yoon Cho, 
Peter Tsen Lip Chong.
Current View.
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In the 1960s
The Sanctuary
Presentation of Hymn by Church Choir before Evangelistic Drama.
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Evangelistic Drama (1970)
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Choir practice after usual Sunday worship service.
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Current aerial view.
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The old entrance archway.
Today, the old chapel - once known as the Borneo Basel Self-Established Church, Jesselton - still stands gracefully atop the ridge of Signal Hill, partially veiled by the surrounding greenery. Though its presence is sometimes overlooked in the bustle of modern Kota Kinabalu, it continues to exude a quiet sense of historicity and timeless elegance.

Like a few treasured heritage buildings in the city, the chapel endured the ravages of the Japanese Occupation of Borneo from 1941 to 1945, surviving an era that saw so much destruction. Its very walls carry the weight of resilience and faith through decades of change.

Since its opening, the chapel has welcomed through its doors a rich tapestry of people - worshipers, teachers, students, the wealthy and the humble alike. All who stepped inside, whether seeking solace, purpose, or community, have in one way or another been touched and blessed by the sacred space. It remains a quiet but powerful witness to generations of grace, fellowship, and unwavering devotion.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

A Teacher who Loves Photography: Edward Greenawald

In November 2017, I received a parcel from Greensboro, North Carolina, USA - a package that carried with it both surprise and nostalgia. Inside were 155 black-and-white photographs, each a window into the 1960s. They had been sent by one of my former teachers, an American who had come to Jesselton in the 1960s under the Lutheran Church of America (LCA) to serve as a teacher at Lok Yuk Secondary School. Holding those photos in my hands felt like being transported back in time, to an era that shaped both my school days and the community around us.
After more than half a century, Mr. Edward Greenawald - still a bachelor and now well advanced in age - decided to entrust these old photographs to someone who might find value in them. And indeed, they have found their purpose. Several of these historical gems have since been carefully selected by the School Management Board and are now proudly displayed along the “History Walk” of SM Lok Yuk in Likas, where they serve as a visual reminder of the school’s rich past.

Lok Yuk Secondary School is truly fortunate to have had a teacher like Mr. Greenawald, who not only dedicated himself to the classroom but also to documenting life through the lens of his camera. With patience and passion, he captured countless moments of school life in the 1960s - moments that might otherwise have been lost to time.

Almost all his former students remember him vividly: the teacher in his signature khaki shorts, easygoing in nature, warm, approachable, and always ready with a smile. He was among the most well-liked teachers in the school, and it is little wonder that, even after more than fifty years, his ex-students - now well into their sixties and seventies - remain eager to reconnect with him. He truly made a difference in their lives, leaving behind memories and impressions that have endured long after those days faded into history.

Edward posed with another LCA teacher, Mr. Gores at their residence at Kampong Basel. Kampong Basel is now where Wisma BCCM, the headquarters of Basel Christian Church of Malaysia is situated.

I remember Edward most vividly as my Mathematics teacher, and to a lesser extent, my special English teacher. As my very first Math teacher in secondary school, he left a lasting impression. Under his guidance, I did well, largely because of his unique way of motivating students to enjoy the subject. In one exam, for instance, he introduced “bonus” questions alongside the regular set. His idea was simple yet effective: if students struggled with some of the standard questions, they could attempt the bonus ones to make up marks. For those who did well, the bonus questions were a chance to stretch themselves further. I still recall answering every single regular question correctly, as well as all the bonus ones - though, of course, the maximum mark awarded was still capped at 100!

At that time, many of us were fresh from Chinese-medium primary schools, and our command of English - both spoken and written - was terribly weak. Recognizing this, the school management introduced special English classes to help us bridge the gap. Mr. Greenawald was assigned to lead these sessions. Each afternoon, from 2 p.m. to 3 p.m., all Form 1 students gathered for the lessons, which focused on improving both pronunciation and grammar. The teaching method was unusual yet effective: it resembled the liturgical call-and-response of a church service, where the teacher would say a phrase or sentence and the entire class would repeat in unison. It went something like this…

Teacher: I go to school.
Students in unison: I go to school.
Teacher: We.
Students in unison: We go to school.
Teacher: He.
Students in unison: He goes to school.
Teacher: Now.
Students in unison: He is going to school now.
Teacher: Yesterday.
Students in unison: He went to school yesterday.
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My ex-classmates still smile whenever they recall those chanting-style language lessons - rhythmic, repetitive, and, in their own way, almost therapeutic!
Left: Edward Greenawald in the 1960's and Right: Current.
Year 1965
Mr. Greenawald was once photographed relaxing with a group of Form 1 students during the morning break by the old Chapel. True to his easygoing nature, he blended effortlessly with the students, who felt comfortable hanging around him as though he were one of their buddies rather than a distant authority figure. (I am pictured on the left.)
Teaching staff of 1965  (taken in Dec 1965)
posed in front 
of the old staff room at the
old school premise at 
Signal Hill, KK.
Ed is at back row 4th from right.
Amazingly, after more than half a century, the old school block where the staff room was housed is still around. The building has become the Married Students Quarters of the Sabah Theological Seminary.
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A number of these photographs have since been selected for display in the "Historical Corridor" of the current school premises in Likas - a corridor within the school compound dedicated to displaying historical photos of the early years of the school.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

A Life Well Lived - Datuk KS Fung

Death during the Covid-19 pandemic lockdown is most heart-wrenching because the immediate family members residing overseas are unable to come back and say the final good bye to the deceased. Two elderly seniors in my church passed on precisely during this season. In the first case, only the wife was there to mourn the loss.

In the case of Datuk KS Fung, his funeral service was held at the funeral parlor strictly in accordance to the social distancing guidelines. Besides a few relatives and friends, only his eldest son and daughter-in-law were able to be present because the other siblings and family members were all overseas. I and my wife were there to pay our last respect.

Datuk Fung's passing came just over 13 months after his wife died in mid March last year. Her death had obviously impacted him in that he became less talkative as his son said in his eulogy. Yet, his will to live and persistence to attend church every week had been most encouraging to many. Even during the initial lockdown period, he would not believe the cessation of Sunday church service until he was driven there by the son to see for himself the locked up church compound.
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I remember soon after I graduated from University Malaya in early 1978, I went to JKR Hqs in Sembulan to see the Director of JKR to look for a job as an engineer.  The Director then, Datuk Fung instantly asked me to report for work as soon as possible. I started work on 10 April 1978 and I was seconded to work under Scott Wilson Kirkpatrick at the site office at the KK Airport. Scott Wilson Kirkpatrick, a British consulting engineering firm was appointed to plan, design and supervise the development of the KK International Airport. That secondment proved to be a good start for my professional career. I had a good head start working with the British engineers who are known to be systematic and transparent. I had learnt to follow up with a written instruction soon after a verbal instruction on site. My ability to write in a way was developed since that time.

Datuk Fung was credited to have contributed significantly in the infrastructure development in Sabah especially under the then Berjaya State Government. In the religious and education domain, he was instrumental in the planting of many churches especially the indigenous churches of BCCM. He helped set up STS and served in the school management board of SM Lok Yuk, KK.

He was my boss for only six years. I left JKR in April 1984 and moved to the private sector. Since then, I started to be involved in Lok Yuk KK School Board and the Board of Governors of Sabah Theological Seminary (STS). We became partners serving together in the management and development of three schools within the compound of Lok Yuk School, Likas and STS. At the STS, he served as the Board Chairman while I was a Board Member cum the Consultant Engineer for the construction of key buildings built over ten years during his tenure.

By 2015, sign of his fading memory began to show. In my interview with him on 15 October 2017 for the publication of the bulletin for the 55th Anniversary of congregation of BCCM KK (English), we couldn't dwell into too much details of his past involvement with the church. Still, it was sufficient to get a glimpse of some of his thought! (Read here).
He and his wife and his second son were at our house to share breakfast just before the interview on 15 October 2017.
Datuk Fung and his wife posed with my wife
who did an interview with Datin Fung at their
residence for the occasion of Legacy day.
Taken soon after the Legacy Day Sunday
Worship Service on 5 November 2017.
Datuk Fung lived a long and fruitful life. His passing reminisces the passing of King David as recorded in 1 Chronicles 29:28, "He died at a good old age, having enjoyed long life, wealth and honour.....".

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Cyber Rendezvous under Covid-19 Pandemic Lockdown

It's the 54th day of the Covid-19 pandemic lockdown since 18 March 2020. Many people have been looking forward to the lifting of the MCO last scheduled to be 13 May 2020. That hope was again dashed and the lockdown has been further extended to 9 June 2020 albeit under CMCO, a conditional movement control order. Most suspect that it's a last minute decision of the government which was clouded with sinister political consideration arising from a "No Confidence Motion" to be tabled in Parliament on 18 May by the opposition against the sitting government.

If one is asked to name a positive thing that comes out of this pandemic lockdown, I would say it would be the speedy response of the worldwide community to a new mode of communication: video conferencing. For us who are used to face-to-face communication in an office setting, this new mode did take a bit of effort to get used to. What's most incredible is that this new widely adopted tool, Zoom has turned out to be a channel for me to chat live with an ex-teacher whom I have not seen for over 52 years!

In the past, I used to communicate with this ex-teacher now based in USA via emails. Under lockdown, she too could no longer commute to visit her children's families in other parts of USA. She has no choice but to pick up Zoom in order to do live chats with them. Naturally, this app which is the only video conferencing tool she is conversant with opens an avenue for a face-to-face live chat.
A snippet of the chat in May.
Clearly, after half a century, there is very little semblance to her old self whom I was accustomed to. She would have passed as a total stranger had we met in a street without prior notice.
Ruth Moody was my Form 3 class teacher as well as Maths teacher in 1967. In this photo, she was standing at front row at left while I, the youngest in the class is partially hidden behind her left.

In the 1960's, many schools in Sabah (then North Borneo) had two groups of foreign teachers: the American Peace Corps Volunteers and the British Volunteers. The Peace Corps Volunteers emerged as a response to the historic challenge of President John F Kennedy when he declared in his inaugural speech on 20 January 1960: "Ask not what your country can do for you, but ask what you can do for your country". Many young Americans took up the challenge and traveled overseas to render public service in many Southeast Asian countries and the African continent. My school, Lok Yuk English Secondary School being a missionary school with tie to the Lutheran Church of America had the privilege of having another batch of teachers - young Americans sent by LCA. Ruth Moody is one of such teachers.

Teachers come in many forms and sizes. Some are good at imparting information and knowledge but lack the fun and "approachability" or friendliness that students yearn to see in their teachers. Some are just bad apples who cling onto the teaching profession for reasons best known to them. I remember a teacher, a keen mahjong player who came to class often time unprepared. His typical teaching style was turning to the page with a worked example and copying it word by word on the blackboard. Sometimes, the mere copying could also be incorrect! Naturally, nobody really remember him as one of the good teachers in the end.

Ruth is one of those teachers who taught well and mingled well with her students. It was she and another LCA teacher, Edward Greenawald who helped to develop my love and interest for mathematics.
A photo of some of the teaching staff taken
in the staffroom of Lok Yuk Secondary
School, Likas (Circa 1967). 
Ruth is dressed in light pink.
Teaching staff and Principal of Lok Yuk
Secondary School, Likas (Circa 1967).
School Principal: Mr. Anderson. 
Ruth is seated second from right.
Teaching staff and Principal of Lok Yuk  
Secondary School, Likas (Circa 1968).  
School Principal:  Pastor Donald E. Nelson. 
Ruth is seated 4th from left.
I did not know much about Ruth's family after she left Sabah until I got hold of this photo. Ruth met her husband in Sabah. He was the Dean of the All Saints Cathedral in KK. She has since been known as Ruth Tsu, a name which I took some time to get used to.

I gathered from her earlier email that upon their return to the State in late May 1970, they first settled down in California. Her husband served as a priest in a local Episcopal church while she taught mathematics in a secondary school. Upon her husband retirement, they moved to Washington state where she continued teaching maths in an education program of the University of Washington and worked with both new and experienced maths teachers in a supporting role in Tacoma. In late 2002, they moved to Portland in Oregon. After her husband passed away in October 2004, she moved to her present home in Hood River which is very near to her eldest daughter's home.

I was particularly impressed by her tenacity and adventurism when she told me that she once drove all the way by herself from Hood River, Oregon to her younger daughter's home in Atlanta, Geogia. She stopped along the way for six nights to cover a distance of 4,000 Km. Then, after spending time with the family, she drove back and covered the same distance one more time. As a senior citizen, this is indeed incredible!
The Basel Christian Church of Malaysia, KK only started to have an English congregation in 1962 (Read here). Ruth is one of the pioneers of this group. She is seen in the second row at the centre.