“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

Saturday, February 12, 2022

WHY I'M AGAINST ASSISTED SUICIDE

 “You see, the difficulty with making a decision [for assisted suicide] is that we’re not really sure what tomorrow is going to bring. We make a decision based on the grief of today.” —A quote from me in an interview a number of years ago. See at this link. WHY I'M AGAINST ASSISTED SUICIDE


I had been in an electric wheelchair for many years resulting from three decades with aggressive multiple sclerosis. My MS had moved from exacerbating-remitting to secondary progressive. By all medical wisdom, my prospect was continued degeneration and eventual institutionalization in a nursing home. As I said in the interview, I had no idea what

tomorrow would bring. Three years ago, the Lord raised me out of that wheelchair to stand on legs as thin as popsicle sticks—atrophied from years of being virtually useless. I walked again (albeit with a cane). I still am walking!


Mark

(I am available for interviews, Zoom meetings. Contact email: HumanLifeMatters@shaw.ca)

Monday, February 7, 2022

SHE DID IT FOR THE GLORY OF LOVE

My life has been a love story. LaRee has loved me since we were teens: 52 years ago.  She's been my wife 48 years, thirty-seven marred by disease and the terror of creeping paralysis. She still loved me  when the cold metal bars of my wheelchair tried to scare her love away. There were times when all we had left was each other, broken wings, and a prayer. In my foolishness. I imagined I was a super-hero who could defend her honour for the glory of our love. She let me pretend … but the truth was that she was the one who defended a fool's honour even though my body became little more than a living carcass. LaRee did it for the beauty and glory of love. — Mark

Peter Cetera, The Glory of Love