The evening was comfortably warm. The heat of the day had subsided and a breeze blew through our back yard. We sat around the fire with friends. Some of the kids roasted marshmallows while others played frisbee. Since my three-year old needed a bathroom, I took her inside. She chatted about the fun she was having with “fwiends” but when we opened the door to go back outside, she suddenly stopped. “Mom!” she said, her voice full of awe. “It’s almost night time!” I followed her gaze. The trees had turned to silhouettes, the sky a purplish blue. “Look at the staws!” she pointed.
May 17, 2018
During “Choice” Chain, we often have more than one person listening to our conversations. If I’m standing on a street corner talking with one person, there might be a few others who are waiting to cross the street. My audience is suddenly larger. Or if I’m speaking with a group of people but one of them is doing most of the talking, I need to remember the others are listening as well.
May 14, 2018
As a family that travels for work quite a bit and are often on the road, one thing I notice is how people treat families with kids. I remember the days, not too long ago, when I would arrive at the airport forty-seven minutes before the flight was scheduled to leave. I’d drop off my luggage (with seconds to spare), zip through security, run across the airport, and make my plane just as they would call my name over the intercom.
May 9, 2018
At CCBR, the most engagement we have with students is usually at high-school “Choice” Chain. We’ve found this particular initiative to be very effective; teenagers are just beginning to realize that they’ve been lied to. They’ve been told that sex and abortion aren’t a big deal, but as many of them look back on fractured families and broken relationships, many of them are starting to wonder if this is really a system that will make them happy.
May 7, 2018
I’ve studied abortion and the reality of the different abortion procedures many times, but every once in awhile I still stumble across something that disturbs me.
May 2, 2018
Sometime ago my friend from the Netherlands asked if she’d be able to come visit for a week and I excitedly said yes. We love hosting people and I soon started thinking about the places we could visit together. The Niagara Falls, of course. The CN Tower perhaps. Then she messaged me. I would really like to witness the work you guys do on the streets.
April 30, 2018
The question of whether abortion is moral when the mother’s life is in danger is often the exception that stalwart pro-lifers concede to. At first glance, it does seem logical. If the mother dies, her pre-born child dies. It makes no sense to allow two people to die if we have the opportunity to save at least one. However, abortion is not merely allowing someone to die, it is an active facilitator of the death of a pre-born child. Since we already know that ending the life of an innocent human being is never justifiable, we seem to have run into a serious problem.
April 26, 2018
Many of you have been following the tragic case of Alfie Evans, the little British boy at the Alder Hey Children’s Hospital. I’ve put together a timeline to help everyone understand what is going on. On May 9, 2016, Alfie Evans was born to teenage parents in Liverpool. His father Tom Evans was 19 years old, and his mother Kate James was 18 years old.
April 23, 2018
The solution pro-choice advocates present as a way to reduce abortion is also deeply flawed. Contraception and sex education, they declare, is the real way to combat abortion rates.
April 16, 2018
It’s an unassuming building on a quiet street; squat and red-bricked, with a short, neat lawn, and an American flag flapping in the mild breeze of an already humid Florida morning. Periodically, cars pulled into the driveway on the right and eased past the cluster of people on its edge. These people standing to the side held hope in their hands, arms extended; some cars stopped and took the information, others didn’t. After parking in the back, men and women walked in twos and threes to the front entrance, hugging the walls.