Higher Education Concerns in Nagaland
We cannot give the youths jobs, nor are we creating entrepreneurs. So, investing in education is the only option. As it is, there is already chaos in our society, with…
An Afternoon Vision: A Scene That Flashed Through My Wide-Open Eyes | Tiawabang I
The thought of what AI can do in the present and what it can do in the immediate future, makes me feel scared to death.
“Bitter Root That Defiles: A Wake-Up Call to the Church” | Rev. Dr. Mar Pongener, General Secretary, NBCC
(This article invites us to pause and reflect deeply: What is the biblical concept of the “bitter root”? Why does it pose such a serious threat to God’s people? And…
Who drives Nagaland’s engine? ~ Mathew Rongmei
There’s an old Naga proverb: “If you don’t sweat in sowing, you will weep in harvest.” Today, this bitter truth echoes across Nagaland. More than two decades ago, our Chief…
“Pioneers or Prisoners of the Past?” | Subongtsungba Longkumer
Not long ago, a respected deacon of a church made a remark that lodged itself in my conscience. He was recounting a remark that someone else had made, he said:…
Raising a Generation of Issachar | Bendangliba Andrew
As I was reading the book of 1 Chronicles, one verse stood out and stirred something deep within me: “From the tribe of Issachar, there were 200 leaders of the…
Human Life: Imago Dei | Tiawabang I
Life is fragile and short, but it is, and its consequences, are eternal, which makes it all the more important to look at life closer than ever before, and from…
A Call for Reflection and Accountability in Naga Political Settlement
As we observe the ongoing Naga peace process, we face a situation that continues to worsen. The Rising People’s Party (RPP) has proposed shifting the responsibility of leading the peace…
Do You Know Where I Come From? | Subongtsungba Longkumer
I come from a place where we drape Christianity like a ceremonial robe—spotless in appearance, but often threadbare within. A place where each district proudly wears its noble tag name,…
Growing Up in Kohima: The Spirit of Christmas
The crisp winter air of 1980s Kohima, tinged with the faint aroma of pine, always carried a melody—Jim Reeves crooning from a neighbor’s stereo, children’s laughter echoing down the hill…