“Our once great western Christian civilization is dying. If this matters to followers of Jesus Christ, then we must set aside our denominational differences and work together to strengthen the things that remain and reclaim what has been lost. Evangelicals and Catholics must stand together to re-establish that former Christian culture and moral consensus. We have the numbers and the organization but the question is this: Do we have the will to win this present spiritual battle for Jesus Christ against secularism? Will we prayerfully and cooperatively work toward a new Christian spiritual revival ― or will we choose to hunker down in our churches and denominationalisms and watch everything sink into the spiritual and moral abyss of a New Dark Age?” - Mark Davis Pickup

Sunday, November 20, 2022


Some months ago, I was interviewed on the American Show InfoWars, about my perspective on the joyous demise of Roe v Wade, and the horrible reality of abortion in Canada. Every abortion is paid for by the government—regardless of whether taxpayers want to or not! A woman can have an abortion for any reason at all, or no reason whatsoever, and there is no limit to the number of abortions. The government will pay for them all! No questions asked. 


Killing one’s unborn child is euphemistically called ‘reproductive freedom.’ Some freedom! A baby’s life hangs in the balance. What previous generations considered an abomination, Canada has made into a virtue! The Tyranny of Relativism has gone amuck and is near its absurd and deadly conclusion. The only babies that matter are babies wanted by their mothers. Reproductive freedom of choice has become a reproductive licence to kill unwanted children before birth. (Article continues below photos)

InfoWars guest host, Kristi Leigh, also asked me about a miraculous partial recovery from end-stage multiple sclerosis. For nearly four decades with MS, I experienced creeping paralysis that rendered me triplegic (paralysis of 3 limbs). In the early years of MS, my disease was so serious and aggressive that my physicians thought I would not live more than a few years. Instead of dying, I spend many years in an electric wheelchair. My atrophied legs were completely useless and my right arm was heavily compromised. In 2018, I went before the Blessed Sacrament—just as I had many times before—and prayed that God would let me get out of my wheelchair and walk again. “Please Lord,” I prayed, “even if for a short time, even if I must use canes or a walker.” 


I had come to a point of degeneration where I was finally willing to accept God’s will, whatever that might be, even if His answer was no. He knows what is best. It was only then that long-lost function began to return! I did walk again. Use of my right arm and hand returned.


It’s 2022, and I am still walking (albeit with a limp and a walking stick). These 4 years I have used to praise God for what He has done for me. I’ll tell anyone who will listen. They stay away in droves. People do not want to hear about it. Those who have only known me in an electric wheelchair can’t fathom how I can be walking? They can’t make sense of it, so they stay away. It’s the oddest thing. When I’ve been asked how this impossibility happened, I tell them it was God, and God alone (My doctors could not stop the disease progress and were dumbstruck how my miracle happened.) People who asked the question started looking for the exits. 

My situation is a beautiful example of why we should not give up on life. We don’t know what lies around the next corner, or what joy might enter our world.


Maybe somebody will say remissions are common with MS. They are right, but not for end-stage MS which is secondary progressive. Even as I type these words, my brain is riddled with scars (the scler in multiple sclerosis). I should not be able to do it. 


Before 2018, my next address was expected to be a nursing home or a cemetery. Thank you Lord.


Wednesday, November 9, 2022


Abortion advocates & progressives talk about reproductive rights. But surely the 1st reproductive right is the right to be born. They say "follow the science" when talking about COVID vaccines but they won't follow the science when it comes to when life begins. Science established decades ago that life begins at conception. To deny this is either a lie, ignorance, or sophistry. They delude themselves. Delusion!

They say the unborn child is not a person yet. Prejudice. The same argument was used against blacks. North American Indigenous people were called savages in order to take their land. In Germany during the Nazi regime, Jews were denied their personhood and exterminated by the millions. 

We live in an age of shadows and illusions. We are presented with the illusion that there are more than two genders. If we do not accept this illusion as reality, we are considered bigots. Men dress as women, women dress as men. I am supposed to accept the illusion. No. It is a lie. Everyone knows in their heart of hearts there are two genders, two sexes: Male and female. I do not accept the illusion, no matter how cleverly and skilled it is presented to me. I refuse to play the game. I can not replace truth for a lie or the reality of the natural world for an illusion of progressive ideology.

Thursday, November 3, 2022


Please see the link below to a video by Dr. Gavin Ashenden exposing the heresy found in the new Synodal Way, designed to turn the Catholic Church upside down. It is important, I believe, to faithful Catholics— and indeed all Christians. 


Monday, October 31, 2022



My wife LaRee and I are closing in on 70-years-of-age. Lately,
we find ourselves thinking more about our mortality and the terrible prospect of one of us being widowed. We have loved each other for more than 50 years. We are one in marriage. In speaking of marriage, Jesus said that from the beginning of humanity God “’made them male and female,' and said, 'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh'? So they are no longer two, but one flesh.”


Even now, after half a century, my heart still thrills when LaRee enters the room, or I hear her voice, or she smiles at me. The thought of having to carry on without her and go through the motions of life alone—ending each day lying on our bed where she once slept—would be so terribly lonesome, it would be like cutting me in half. Would I lose my joy for life, or the will to live without LaRee? I don’t know. I hope not. Life is a gift from God, every breath I take is from Him. She would be with Christ. But I know my heart would be waiting to see my Lord, and LaRee again. 


For years I have written daily love letters in journals to LaRee. She has a drawer filled with them. Although they are private, I will share part of a recent letter I wrote to her:


“Dear LaRee:

What goes on in your mind? What are your thoughts? Sometimes when I see you gazing into space daydreaming, I think that I'd love to be inside your head to share that interior moment with you. That desire is rooted in a wish to know my LaRee in your entirety—the woman I have loved all my life. Since childhood, I have never loved anyone else but you. The inexpressible love we have for each other is completed in God’s inexpressible love. One day there will be no need for me to search for words to express my love. You will be able to see what is unseeable now. I love you so much. — M” 


Jesus said this about marriage:


“At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.  But about the resurrection of the dead—have you not read what God said to you, ‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’?” He is not the God of the dead but of the living.[1]



[NB: Jesus did not say we be angels, He said we will be like angels. What are angels like? They are eternal and are always in the presence of God and are filled with His love.]


Jesus said there is no marriage in heaven? My heart cries out, “Nooo! Please Lord! I want to always love LaRee and be loved by her! Our marriage is all I know.” 


I can try to build a case why our marriage will continue in some transfigured way, but that flies in the face of what Jesus plainly said. I know it. I must accept it. I have only the life I have lived. I know nothing else. That life has been blessed by romance. I must not succumb to making our marriage my idol. 


But that’s exactly what I have done! I am guilty of idolatry! As I type these words, I realize it. My perspective is so confined and small. Marriage must not become the entire focus of my heart, or my love for LaRee, which surpasses my ability to express in words. I must not allow human romance of the heart to overwhelm the greater romance of the soul: It is a divine Romance from which God wooed me into a relationship with Him through the sacrificial love of Christ. He is the author of love—from which romance springs of a man for his wife, and vice versa. Christ must not fit into my marriage; He must be the center of it. My love for Him must be my first love on earth. 


Lord, forgive me! I have adored too much the charm of human romantic love. 


And yet I know from personal experience, that immense divine Romance of God—primordial and timeless—that has so often overwhelmed and astonished me. 


The Bible tells us there will come a time when all things will be made known. Every small act of kindness made in private, every act of love or hatred, every desire or yearning, that either blessed or broke our hearts, will be laid bare. Everyone will see how unworthy I am to have received the forgiveness Christ gave me. So too, my love for LaRee will also be laid bare. She will finally see the inexpressible depths of my love for her that words have always failed to express. Love and the ability to love will be complete in the joy of His love. 


The book of Revelation gives a revelation to those who have wept inconsolably in this life. We are told that God Himself will wipe away every tear we have ever shed.[2] There will be no more crying, sickness, disease, or death. Restraints of time will dissolve. We will enter the timeless.[3] We will have shed the material and temporal for the immortal and eternal. We will be given new bodies, (and I can kick this decrepit one to the curb).

LaRee’s and my earthly marriage will be dissolved and we will enter the marriage of the Lamb. 


“How will we know each other? I think our new bodies will resemble the perfect LaRee and Mark originally intended for us before the Fall in Eden that brought sin into the world—not only Original Sin, but our own sins that marred us.” 


I have often wondered what I could have achieved without the MS and disability? It won’t matter because there will be a new world—a new heaven and a new earth[4]— too marvellous for us to comprehend in our present state. The words I wrote at the beginning of this letter won’t matter. They will be irrelevant because we will know just as we are known in our redeemed state.[5]

There may be some theological problems in what I have written, but you must forgive me. I’m just a romantic old fool.



[1] Matthew 22:30-32.

[2] Revelation 21:4.

[3] Cf. Ecclesiastes 3:11a.

[4] Revelation 21.1. cf. 2 Peter 3:13

[5] Isaiah 65:17,

Friday, October 14, 2022




(A Journey Toward Love)
Mark Davis Pickup

TRANSCEND is a fictionalized screenplay inspired by the true events of my life. 

Logline: TRANSCEND spans 50 years and follows the lives of Mark and LaRee Fraser from teenage lovers through the heartbreak of
abortion and the trials of their marriage after Mark develops aggressive multiple sclerosis and catastrophic disability.  Their story involves sin, brokenness, forgiveness, adversity, and learning to trust God when the stakes are horribly high. 

Genre: Christian romance

This film would appeal to audiences who enjoyed Miracles From Heaven and The Notebook.

Contact: Mark Davis Pickup
Email: HumanLifeMatters@shaw.ca 
Tel: 780-929-9230
Cell: 780-232-4954

"My friend Mark Davis Pickup has written a remarkable screenplay which echoes his own story in a warm and personal way. Mark and his wife LaRee have overcome insurmountable odds to discover a rich and abiding love ... . In a broken world where many marriages are crumbling under pressure and disappointment, there is ample room for stories like theirs." — Joni Eareckson Tada,

Thursday, October 13, 2022



In March 2023, Canada will legalize assisted suicide for the mentally ill. It’s part of the horrible legacy of Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.

If we are going to do something so horrible, March is the right month to do it. It's a lonesome month; neither winter nor summer; it is a month when bare trees, devoid of leaves, reach starkly toward grey skies and sway in cold winds. 

Broken windows and empty hallways 
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray 
Human kindness is overflowing 
And I think it's going to rain today. 

Progressive liberals are about to do what my father’s generation—the generation Tom Brokaw called the greatest generation—would be appalled to learn. He and his countrymen were prepared to die for their nation to stop the Nazis: Their atrocities included killing the physically and mentally ill. They had little use for the disabled. Judging by how Canada treats its disabled, apparently, we feel the same way. 

Those with severe mental illness are usually at the bottom of society, impoverished, isolated and excluded, under-employed or unemployed. Many see only their future as a barren landscape of "aloneness" and loneliness.  Many are driven to give up on a life in which they feel unwelcome. The cold and coarse regime of Justin Trudeau will offer them so-called death with dignity instead of searching for a life with dignity. Why would many mentally ill Canadians not take it? Death may be preferable when life has been so unkind. 

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles 
With frozen smiles to chase love away 
Human kindness is overflowing 
And I think it's going to rain today 

The scarecrow in a white coat who holds the syringe that injects the poison into the mentally ill person has a frozen smile. It’s the same icy smile they've seen all their lives. 

They have always sung off-key with society’s latest tunes. A sea of loneliness can overwhelm a broken spirit.  The last thing the defeated mentally ill person sees in this world—before they succumb to lethal injection—is that familiar frozen smile that tells them they were never welcome.

Lonely, lonely Tin can at my feet 
Think I'll kick it down the street 
That's the way to treat a friend. 

The mentally ill are not really friends with the new Canada. Inclusive rhetoric is just that: rhetoric. So many are alone in their anguish. Behind the progressives’ smiles lies a hostility that would just as soon dispense of the physically and mentally ill—people who don’t fit in with the liberal progressive world they want exclusively for themselves and those who ascribe to their progressive ideology. 

Depending on the severity of a person’s disability, their presence offends progressive sensibilities. Progressive liberals of Justin Trudeau’s regime won’t admit it—but they’re not above legalizing lethal injections they euphemistically call 'Medical Assistance in Dying.' Death is the ultimate exclusion!

Like Justin Trudeau, euphemisms are dishonest. They are designed to disguise something wrong, or too unpleasant to mention in the company of polite progressives.   

Death with Dignity is a myth. Dignity is not achieved with a lethal injection when someone is at their lowest point, or helping someone kill themselves. Death with dignity is not an event, it is a process—the natural conclusion of having lived with dignity. 

Right before me 
the signs implore me 
To help the needy and show them the way 
Human kindness is overflowing 
And I think it's going to rain today. [1] 

These are the lyrics to a song written by Randy Newman in 1968 called I Think It's Going To Rain Today. He is an atheist but his lyrics touch on the despair and defeat experienced by so many people suffering from mental illnesses. What are people of faith and goodwill to do in such a Brave New World? The answer is right before us. The signs are before us. They implore us to help the needy and show them the way. If the mentally ill are not the amongst the neediest, who is? We must embrace them in their neediness, their loneliness, their depression, their confusion. Inclusion. We journey with them, seeking a way for a life that changes their pale death moons and skies streaked with grey into sunlight uplands of hope. Showing people The Way never leads to death. It leads to life with dignity.

* Lyrics from I Think It's Going To Rain Today by Randy Newman in 1968.

Wednesday, October 5, 2022


 Thirty-one years ago, progressive disability from multiple sclerosis forced me to retire far too early in my career with the Canadian civil service. I was thirty-eight and had to live on a modest disability pension. That did not sit well with my Type A personality. I sank into clinical depression as disease kept ravaging my body, forcing me into stillness and eventually, after bitter anguish, contemplation. Days, months and years were spent convalescing while looking out the kitchen window. Seasons passed. Successive generations of blue jays flew to the maple trees in my backyard. My children grew up and married. Grandchildren were born and grew up. My wife’s and my hair turned white. Still, that small voice whispered, “Be open to love as it comes to you for in love you will find God.” To my surprise and delight, I discovered it was true. New revelations about love (both human and divine) came to me in our little, red-roofed house with its yard shrouded from the world by a massive hedge, on the Canadian prairie  

I still sit with my morning coffee and look at the blue jays coming into the yard— and at night, I can stand there contemplating the vastness of the heavens above me. God raised me from the wheelchairs I used for many years, and the creeping paralysis that marred my adult life beginning as a young man, to stand once more as an old man.

The words of Victor Hugo come to me from his great novel Les Misérables:

“What more was needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, …Was not this narrow enclosure, with the sky for a background, enough to enable him to adore God in His most beautiful as well as his most sublime works? Indeed, is not at all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect upon. At his feet something to cultivate and to gather; above his head something to study and meditate upon: a few flowers on the earth, and the stars in the sky.”  

The Psalmist wrote: “The heavens are telling the glory of God; they are a marvellous display of his craftsmanship. Day and night they keep telling about God. Without a sound or word, silent in the skies, the message reaches all the world.”

Yes, it does. 

The meaning of my life did not come in a thunderclap of a potentially successful career that was smothered before it really began. It came in a gentle breeze of the ordinary rhythms of life. The purpose of my life is here with those I love with and within the greater and perfect love of Christ.