Our daughter...a lesbian? Suddenly my heart felt like ice. How could she, a Christian, be involved in such despicable behavior? Pat, our eldest daughter, had always been an outgoing, aggressive and often willful girl. I knew she had great potential but in her teenage years, although a Christian, she demonstrated a restlessness and lack of direction...

How deep is the anguish when your son says he is homosexual? And, later, that he is dying of AIDS? I know, because these things have happened to me. It was a mild February day in 1978 when I opened a letter from our son, Roger, who lived an hour south of San Francisco. He shared about his work, his new exercise routine, a recent training seminar....

This is Part 2 of a 2 part series - Getting Old How do we face the twilight years of life? With feelings of dread…or of hope? The French-born film and vaudeville actor Maurice Chevalier (1888-1972) remarked glibly, "Growing old is inevitable for all of us. The clever thing is to accept it and always plan your next move well in advance." His...

This is Part 1 of a 2 part series - Getting Old I am 68 years of age and retired, so I suppose I am considered old. In our politically correct times, I am called either a "senior citizen" or "chronologically gifted." What is aging? How do we react to it? These questions are no longer academic for me. When I was in my teens, I thought that...

Many people these days choose to opt out of the traditional Halloween trick-or-treating for various reasons. Whatever the concerns one may have regarding this event, there are alternatives in creatively making this day special. As Christians, it is certainly a time when one can “overcome evil with good” (Romans 12:21).  Consider some...

Ailie Watt loved teaching young children how to read. Although she taught English and Art at Trinity Western University in the 1970s, she still remained committed to ushering five-year-olds into the world of literacy at a local elementary school. For more than a decade she taught both kindergarten and university students, daily seeing both ends...

I couldn’t pull myself away. The inscription, engraved on a gold plate, just below the image of two infants sleeping peacefully in an old-fashioned cradle, confirmed what I already knew — this was the memorial to honor my unborn children — the ones not with me because of abortion. The divinely-inspired dedication, written by Helen Keller,...