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I don’t know how they do it—those people who take care of their sick or incapacitated loved ones for months or years. Even if they have assistance from friends and family or even the government, it’s a demanding job.
Right now, I’m trying to be available to my husband in his recovery after hernia surgery. Let me tell you, he’s one tough cookie: he doesn’t get Novocaine when he gets a tooth filling; he hates the way his mouth feels afterward.
With the right perspective, you can live in a world of miracles and be blessed by them.
When I read these words, I felt they were spoken specifically for my benefit. A friend in Israel heard a man in his synagogue say them, and they speak to the way I would like to experience the world. I say, “I would like to,” because I am so often preoccupied with the mundane and the ordinary that there is little room left for anything else. Or something out of the ordinary occurs, yet I take it for granted. On the other hand, I’ve discovered that just a shift in mindset creates more opportunities to see the miracles in everyday life. I’m sure that many people who are better qualified than I am would say these are not miracles. But their opinions don’t stop me from appreciating them.
It has never been easier to make a film. But getting people to know about your film is a good deal more difficult.
A couple of weeks ago, Mindy and I went to a local theater to see a free film. Not only the film was free – they offered free popcorn as well.
Mindy had come across an invitation to the premiere screening of Oh Me of Little Faith, a documentary by Emma Yeager – and I’m always happy to go to the show. The film is about, well, Emma Yeager. It documents a miracle in her life.
Like many people, I have been moved by the prayer and expressions of love and compassion regarding the tragic football incident involving Damar Hamlin:
After a routine tackle during Monday night’s Bills-Bengals game, Buffalo Bills safety Damar Hamlin collapsed on his back in cardiac arrest. Medical personnel administered CPR for roughly 10 minutes before an ambulance carted Hamlin off the field and to a Cincinnati hospital. While it drove off, onlookers reported seeing Bills head coach Sean McDermott gather his players on the field for communal prayer. As both teams and staff knelt around Hamlin during those 10 minutes of CPR, individual players certainly were praying too. One Bengals fan at the game scribbled ‘Pray for Buffalo #3 Hamlin’ on a paper sign. Minutes later, fans of both teams showed up at Hamlin’s hospital to pray. Players from around the league, fans, and others across social media offered prayers. We join them all in their prayers for his body and soul.
When tragedy occurs in this country, we often see communities rallying to pray for the victims. Prayer vigils are held, flowers are offered, and candles are lit as a way to demonstrate hope for positive outcomes. I’ve also been glad to hear from many in the media who have praised these displays for Damar Hamlin, who was not only a very good football player but also an honorable individual, who is close to his family and has formed a charitable foundation.
Yes, Southwest Airlines may have pursued this adventure of giving their passengers free ukuleles and the instrument covers for the publicity it would garner. Guitar Center provided the ukuleles and a free lesson, too. And yes, there were people annoyed with the disturbance of their precious time on the jet.
But in a world where people take themselves far too seriously and have lost their ability to be playful, I think it was just the right strategy.
If you’re aware of Bill Johnson and Bethel church in Redding CA, you’ll know that they’ve been leading the American charge regarding revival, supernatural prayer, and miraculous healing for several years now. Bill Johnson and his wife Beni Johnson have authored several books, and Beni Johnson especially has numerous testimonies of walking in the miraculous. […]
I went to a healing meeting with my wife and it was as atrocious as I expected. Nevertheless, I was happy to be there because it beat sitting home alone on a Friday night with a wide-open internet.
I don’t have a particular dog in the fight around the theology of healing. I’ve heard the stories of the near-death woman over whom the church gathered for intercession and there she is now singing in the choir. And I’ve heard stories that went the other way. I can’t argue with someone’s experience.
Further, I would never fault a person for grasping at any kind of hope in times of distress and uncertainty. Recently a young boy had a dreadful accident and was near death. I received frantic emails and texts that it was now time for the church to rally and pray in order to see a miracle. A special service at a local faith-healing church was quickly organized.
In a few more days I will have finished the last three-week cycle of my chemotherapy. This particular infusion was by far the most difficult, although the doctors assured me that each infusion would be about the same, with perhaps different symptoms showing up. But I don’t want to dwell on difficulties. It’s so easy […]
It was on Tuesday, June 13, 1967 — 54 years ago yesterday — that a nineteen-year-old girl gave me the precious gift of life.
Then, from a place of love and fierce protection, my birth mother gave me the precious gift of unselfish love and made the tough choice of allowing someone else to raise me as their own, in the hopes that I’d have a better life than she believed she could provide.
In 1997 Don Campbell published a book called The Mozart Effect. When people hear this, they think Campbell claimed that children raised listening to Mozart become smarter. Campbell’s actual suggestions, based on anecdotal evidence, are more specific: that music of the Viennese Classical period can connect with those who are mentally isolated from people, such as those with autism, and can help infants react and think better. He also claimed that the music of Mozart, in particular, contributes to improved working of the higher brain functions, especially logical and mathematical concepts.
Although Campbell’s work is not science, interesting anecdotal evidence does point to Mozart’s music contributing to increased mental health. Pioneering listening researcher, Frenchman Alfred Tomatis, author of The Conscious Ear, studied how erroneous hearing could be the root cause of a variety of ailments. He believed that speech problems are often related to personal family problems and the resulting oral communication issues that can arise. One of his most famous patients was the French actor Gerard Depardieu.
I didn’t sleep much last night, which isn’t very different from every other night, but last night I had something new on my mind. Images of my mother’s ravaged body after decades of experimental drugs administered by heinous injections intended to treat her RA, which they did, but they also slowly killed her off in so many other ways.
She was hospitalized in the late ‘90s, and while still in what would be a weeks-long coma, I stood alone at her bedside in the ICU shortly after she’d suffered a severe brainstem stroke. Being the self-righteous prig that I sometimes was back then (and still can be now), I said something like, “Well Mom, this is how things go when you make poor choices.”
Yes, I really said that … or something close to that.
Jordan Peterson hit my radar about the same time that Candace Owens posted her first hilarious video coming out as a conservative. I think that was at least four years ago, maybe a little longer. I quickly became enthralled with the way he thought out loud in the classroom, struggling to find just the right […]
Today was my Sabbath, and it started out as it usually does. But as the day wore on, I found myself feeling the fog and heaviness of the virus: fines being charged in Osceola County for not wearing masks, for one.
I still persisted in my time of prayer, meditation, and study. My restlessness was pervasive, so I finally went outside to admire my many orchid plants, removing old leaves, admiring the mix of white, purple, and yellow blossoms, and enjoying the thought of how the lanai would soon be crowded with color.
Then we went out to dinner to Beef O’Brady’s, a chain restaurant; the food is reliable and the staff is always friendly.
Some of you may be experiencing a load of frustration with all the confusion, challenges, attacks on our freedom, and foolish decision-making which abound during this time of Covid-19. I don’t know about you, but I’m a big believer in trying to help others amidst the chaos, helping those who are suffering by sending positive […]
In the Miami Herald newspaper, a story appeared stating that “Students will never be returning to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School again.” From one side, I understand why students and teachers would never want to return to the site of the killings. But from another side, is that a wise decision? Wouldn’t it make more sense […]
Note: @garyrobbins issued a challenge to match his upgrade of level on Ricochet. While I could not upgrade to meet his challenge, I proposed to meet his challenge in another way. I would provide uplifting spiritual fodder in our mutual Unity tradition to give him a reason to see Ricochet as a place of spiritual, […]