I have a friend who is dying. I’ve known Stan Giles since 1977 when we worked together at a church in Houston, Texas. He has brain cancer and every day is now a gift. For the last couple months he’s been sending an email to friends. Last week he wrote something that has profoundly affected […]
It’s a horrible thing that’s happening in Iraq. Christians being slaughtered simply because they’re Christians. According to news reports, Christ followers are told to convert, pay a tax, or die. In the face of such horrible options most are running away. Some can’t escape and chose death.
Depression is a horrible affliction. It’s as different from discouragement as a migraine is from a tension headache. One is devastating. The other distracting.
When the future looks more horrifying than death, death appears more appealing than life.
Considering that emergency rooms aren’t the happiest places, the dark haired girl seemed unexpectedly cheerful. Kinda’ like the hostess at an upscale restaurant. Only she wasn’t greeting celebrating couples or relaxing friends, she was admitting sick and injured people.
After getting my identifying information and the cause of my visit, she asked me to rate my pain from 1-10. While my right arm was red and swollen, and my elbow looked like Rudolph’s nose, I wasn’t in much pain. So I said, “Two.” If I had known then what I knew six hours later, I would have pressed hard on my elbow and said, “Eight.”