Tag Archives: compassion

I’m Sorry…

Apr
 6

I recently came across this video by Cyndi McCoy. She’s a talented musician with a big heart for healing the wounds inflicted by religion.

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147,000,000 Orphans Spared from Hell

Jul
 5

Are all those millions of orphans who have never heard about Jesus really going to hell? If that’s true, how come God never said to share the Gospel with them? How come all He said was to take care of them—feed them and defend their rights? If hell is real, isn’t that like patting them on the back before sending them to eternal flames? Read more…

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Bin Laden: Rethinking the Victory Celebration

May
 26

The reactions of many Christians to Bin Laden’s demise has been a bit shocking and a lot eye-opening for me. “Welcome to hell…rot in hell…forgive Bin Laden? No way in hell.” Do we realize what we are saying? Is this the statement we really want to make to the world?

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Confessions from a Cross-Dresser Convention

Feb
 7

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a sucker for unique people and experiences. Add to that, I’m somewhat outgoing, uninhibited, and I love to learn why people do the things they do—all traits I’m thankful were bestowed upon me from birth. They make for many exciting opportunities and life experiences. Enter Cincinnati, Ohio, 1996, when I happened upon a perfect opportunity—an annual cross-dresser convention in my hotel. Find out the juicy details…

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Venturing into Dangerous Waters

Feb
 122

I’ve been venturing into dangerous waters recently—putting my soul in jeopardy—by visiting and listening in on various blog conversations of atheists (gasp). In the past, I generally and quietly dismissed atheists as inferior beings who either didn’t want to live by the rules or who were sadly, perhaps willfully deceived. But in all this, I never once stopped to consider the validity of their questions. Find out more…

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I Did Not Kill My Grandmother

Nov
 47

Last Sunday, as I sat by my grandmother’s bedside only an hour before she died, it was difficult watching her labored gasps and listening to her moans as she went through the death process. Not knowing how long this “birthing canal” would last, the mercy instinct arose in my heart, wishing I could “help” along the process and put her out of her misery. As you can imagine, this led to quite a conversation in my head…

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