A priest friend of mine once gave me a blessing and he asked Jesus to tie a rope around His waist and around mine and to tie the most secure knot – that way I would always be connected to Jesus, as long as I didn’t untie my end! I cannot live without Jesus. He is not just a life preserver I use when I am drowning in this crazy life of mine, He is the source of life I must continually be connected to in order to survive from day to day, as a baby in the womb is connected to his mother by the umbilical cord.
This morning I was not feeling well and did not want to leave the comfort of my bed; and had it not been for my great desire to be united with Jesus, I would still be laying in bed, half asleep. So I dragged myself out of bed, still trying to talk myself into returning, showered and dressed and got ready to go. Continue reading →
Beaumont, Alberta,Canada- By Mark Pickup-It was a quiet March evening. My wife, LaRee, was sitting in her favorite chair beside the fireplace that you see in the photo above. She was knitting while I was writing a post for this blog and listening to J.S.Bach’s “Saint Matthew Passion”. Something occurred to me. I said, “It was 30 years ago yesterday that I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.” LaRee paused, put her knitting down on her lap, looked over her reading glasses and said, “We won. We beat the MS.” It was of those revelations of life when the experiences of decades melt into a single moment: The room filled with thunderous silence LaRee was right. We rose above the disease.
I gazed toward the fireplace and became lost in the flames. Our terrifying journey with MS did not drive us apart, it drew us closer. In the midst of the consuming fire of a terrible disease, we embraced each other tighter when the flames grew higher…. Continue reading →