When my son Zachary is punched in the nose, everyone within a ½ mile radius hears his huge screams and rushes to their door to help.
Unfortunately it’s becoming far too common a scene, Zachary taking the brunt of a bully’s cruelty. A scene I regret to say makes my blood boil. Continue reading
This morning with a cup of coffee in my hand, the living Word in the other, I read 1 John 5:13-20. I underlined 6 instances where the words “that you may know” were recorded. John knew his audience, much like us today, experience times of uncertainty, conflicting opinions, and even doubts (yes I admit to doubting now and then).
John says, I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God that you may know… Continue reading
I love to crank music loud. I love to play piano loud. Something happens to the atmosphere in our home when music is played, loud. I am talking about music that invites us to lift our eyes off of circumstances and onto Jesus – music that invites us to sing along and causes us to dance. Praise will make the most dreary of days extraordinary.
Worship in song is something the Christian tradition has practiced for 2000 years.
Why stop this weekend? I choose to praise Jesus, here’s why.
I had over shot my cycling distance in the heat and ran out of water. The lemonade stand looked like an oasis in the desert.
I pulled up on my Rocky Mountain road bicycle, sweat pouring off my chin and asked if they had any water?
“Yes, I think there is a tap over there,” said one of the sweet young ladies selling the goods (she was no more than 10 years wise).
“Too bad I don’t have my wallet,” I said longingly gazing at the multiple ice cold pitchers of freshly squeezed lemonade (there had to be gallons of the stuff). Continue reading
Today I thank God for the U.S.A.
As a Canadian I confess it would be far too easy for me to write everything I find wrong or disconcerting with my neighbours to the South. But today is a special day for them, and should be for us too.
Here are five things I appreciate about America (ordered from least significant to most):
“Tell me your name?” Henry said looking intently at my name tag. “I am legally blind.”
“My name is Sam,” I replied.
“Sam who?” he asked loudly.
“Sam Dick,” I added.
“Ohhh Sam…….Dick,” he said slowly. “I pray for you regularly, keep it up.”
With Heidi’s breast cancer diagnosis, these past weeks have brought with them a series of lessons in parenting. We are still at the front end of a long journey and anticipate many more lessons along the way. Today we discovered Heidi will need a second surgery, only weeks after her first, to test more of her lymph nodes because the sentinel lymph node was positive for cancer. This afternoon we will let our kids know.
Our daughter Anastasia is 9 yrs old and our son Zachary is 7. People repeatedly ask: “How are your kids doing?” Often those same people are a little surprised to hear us respond; “fine…we think.”
Here are some things I’m learning (caveat: I’m no parenting guru…this is our own experience and may not relate to yours):