|Body of baby girl in a trash can|
“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
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
speaker, educator, pastor and founder of the U.S. Dream Academy. He has sung before U.S. Presidents Barack Omama, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush, Ronald Reagan, Jimmy Carter, former South American President Nelson Mandela, and Mother Teresa of Calcutta. In the video below Wintley Phipps speaks about the hymn Amazing Grace then gives a most moving rendition of it.
[Click image below or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVcjnNry4do For Wintley Phipps' insights and singing Amazing Grace.]
Friday, January 16, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
I remember a time when people with a mix of Aboriginal-European descent were called "half-breeds". Somebody at the time might have said it was meant merely to describe rather than to demean, and that would have been a lie. The term half-breed was always used to cast an individual in a negative light and belittle him/her. Happily, I have not not heard anyone use that term in decades. The metis are coming into their own. Injustices of yesteryear are finally being addressed and corrected.
Black people were called niggers, Gay people called faggots. All derogatory, awful terms to call a human being. These horrible terms have largely fallen into disuse and that is a good thing.
A newer derogatory term is calling comatose or severely brain
injured people vegetables or being in a persistent vegetative state (PVS) rather than the more accurate and kinder term of being persistently unconscious. Again, the intention of equating a human being with a vegetable or being like one is meant to strip them of their humanity. This is useful in an era when there is a chronic shortage of organs to harvest. If a human being is not thought of as a human being then you can do anything to them.
We are coming across increasing numbers of people who were at one time labelled as vegetables or being in a "persistent vegetative state" who emerge from their comas. Not only that, we are now hearing that over 45% of PVS diagnoses may be inaccurate.
I want to share with you the case of Martin Pistorious (39) who lived
|Martin Pistorius with his|
book "Ghost Boy"
Martin heard his own despairing mother say, "I hope you die." Grief can do terrible things. He believed no one would ever love him. Be careful what you say around those you think can't hear you. Things may not be as they seem.
Martin is an intelligent and gracious man. He reflects on his mother's harsh words: "As time passed, I gradually learned to understand my mother's desperation. Every time she looked at me, she could only see a cruel parody of the once-healthy child she had loved so much."
We know so little about the human brain. What I do know is that people never become vegetables. They retain their humanity regardless of their state and deserve respect and love. Those people who are comatose or seem unaware have a great gift to bring to the table of humanity. That gift is this: Their presence among us calls you and me to a higher standard of love. How will we respond?
[Click on image below or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBFntsxK-vc for television with Martin and Joan Pistorious. Martin speaks about his years in what medicine shamefully terms as a persistent vegetative state.]
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
|My oldest grandson (13) gives|
his mom (my daughter)
Growing old has increasing times where I find myself happy and sad at the same moment. It all revolves around love and the passing of time. My daughter sent me the photo at the right of her being kissed on the cheek by my oldest grandson. I thought to myself: I remember them both as babies. I pushed my daughter in a stroller everywhere; at lunch we would look at each other across her high-chair while I fed her Gerber's baby food. At night I would gently rock her to sleep and hum lullabies. Two peas in a pod. There's nothing better than being a father.
|The same grandson as a baby|
about to go on an "adventure"
When they learned to walk they began to move away from me -- at first with unsteady little feet then with increasing steady confidence. In their own time, decades apart, they both looked back to me for encouragement, then less with time. That's as it should be. Their legs strengthened and mine withered. They must increase while I decrease. But I was left with sweet memories of our cozy pea pods. They grew with a foundation of nurture. Every child deserves that.
(I have a tender memory dating back to 1976 when my daughter was born. Stevie Wonder's song about his daughter was a hit: Isn't She Lovely. I was a commercial television writer at the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC). The song came on the radio and I pecked away at my manual typewriter in time to the music. I was so happy to be a new dad and could not wait to get home to see my baby. Thirty-eight years later I still say "Isn't she Lovely.")
I watch now from the sidelines with sentimental pride, and wonder
where the time went and where life will take them. God created them for a purpose. My greatest desire for them (and all my family) is that they will walk each day with Christ, desire to serve Him, and discover the purpose for which they were created -- then pursue it.
I think I will revisit the old song. This for all the new dads and grandpas.
[Click on image below or this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVvkjuEAwgU for "Isn't She Lovely", by Stevie Wonder
Sunday, January 11, 2015
|My parish in winter|
"Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua.
Osanna in excelsis."
Lord God of Hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
[Click on image below orhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNA4CNIUNXA for Beethoven's Mass in C major, Op.86, Sanctus, UCLA Choir
Saturday, January 10, 2015
See a memorial bell video showing, in graphic terms, a visual representation of the rate of abortions across America since legalization in 1973. The numbers whiz by in a blur for 5 minutes, the bell tolling at each million lives lost, until reaching the 57-million abortions we are at today.
Abortion a holocaust of unprecedented proportions. Each number
represents a human life created in the image of God, each one robbed of his or her inalienable right to life, each one could have brought unique talents and gifts to the table of human experience. This is where the "progressives" have taken society. It is, in fact, a regression toward a New Dark Age. The depressed and suicidal old, sick and disabled are next to be pushed into the deadly abyss of "Choice".
Click on the image below or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qv6UDT__iU