Do we really believe Jesus is the only way? If so, we must never get lax about sharing His precious gift of eternal life.
If you’ve experienced it, you know that life takes on a different reality when a loved one has cancer. All the plans we are making for Dave’s treatment feel almost surreal. It’s one thing to make plans to travel to go on a vacation. Those plans can be cancelled if necessary. But right now, we are making plans to travel a fair distance and live in an unfamiliar location, to spend time each day at a medical facility—and these plans can’t be cancelled. It’s not a vacation (even though proton therapy has been called the “radiation vacation” because of the… Continue reading
I prayed, “Abba, Daddy, the love of my life has cancer.” ” In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33) I prayed, “Abba, Daddy, a young man has died. He was only 14. He had so much life to live. My grandsons are heartbroken, and they are facing the terrible reality that death comes to all ages.” ” In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” I prayed, “Abba, Daddy, a child has died so very tragically, only six years old. This should not have happened!” ” In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” I prayed, “Abba, Daddy, the world–our country–is falling apart at the seams. People don’t love each… Continue reading
When you or someone you love is diagnosed with cancer, the first thoughts are, “Let’s get it out, now!” Sometimes that happens; more often it doesn’t work that quickly. Before Dave’s final diagnosis of cancer, he had two biopsies and an MRI. Since Dave has been diagnosed with prostate cancer, he’s seen his urologist twice, a radiologist, had a bone scan, consulted with a second urologist, and he’s spoken to numerous friends and prayer warriors, not only about his diagnosis, but also about the best procedure to take care of his cancer. His urologist, of course, wants to completely remove… Continue reading