I felt totally alone for the moment. I thought of my mother Catherine, and asked for her help to get me thru this ordeal. Whenever I ask her for help for a problem, the problem just disappears, as if it never existed. It does not need to be fixed. That is how I know she has helped. She always is a source of hope.
One of my favorite passages of scripture is Psalm 139—the one which reminds us that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made”. When my first son was born, I examined him from head to toe; and I was in awe of the miracle of birth and the beauty of the human body.The older and more mature more »
January 26, 2009 “Look at all those beautiful little white flowers,” I said to my wife. “I don’t remember seeing them there before.” In the neglected ten-by-thirty foot corner of our garden, a crop of white flowers began to emerge toward the end of the summer. “You never saw them because they are weeds,” my more »
October 16, 2008 You might ask me, “What about this mayo jar?What are you talking about?What does a mayo jar have to do with cancer?” All it took was one phone call.My phone rang early on a Friday morning.When does a doctor ever call you personally—really?“You have cancer!”Speechless, I could not respond.I could not hear.His more »