In Canada in 2015, a law was passed enabling euthanasia, now called MAiD—Medical Aid in Dying. I refuse to use this euphemism. I call it Assisted Suicide.
People like to ask, “What kind of a God lets little children suffer?” Really they are asking, “What kind of a God lets children suffer before they are even old enough to know the comfort of faith?”
One glaring omission from my book The Mystery of Marriage is any mention of Jesus’ first miracle at the wedding in Cana.
One gorgeous morning last fall, sitting out on my front porch, I noticed a bee that seemed somehow stranded. He remained in one place for a long while, rhymically moving his abdomen as though trying to recover from some trauma, or perhaps just performing some mysterious biological function.
I’m proud to say that my daughter Heather Mills takes after her father in some remarkable ways. For one thing, she’s a wonderful writer. The following is an example borrowed from her blog page Watermark Words. I think this piece is a great way to start off 2018. Happy New Year everybody!
I love Christmas stories. Besides having several shelves full of Christmas books, I have an annual tradition of writing a new story to send out as a greeting to friends.
When you read a great book, you can’t wait to share it with everyone. Such a book is “The Unmistakable Hand of God” by Roy Comrie. Roy is one of the great missionaries, and missionary encouragers, of our time.
Here’s one of my favorite parables by Hans Christian Andersen, as translated by Jean Hersholt:
Before having a shower (usually late at night), I always run a few inches of warm water in the tub, and for 15 minutes I lie there and soak. When I say soak, I don’t just mean my body but my spirit. Letting go of all worries and distracting thoughts, I sink into my heart and simply rest in the presence of God. To put it another way, I take this time for contemplative prayer.