This “Skeptic’s” column tackles a subject that is both delicate and volatile: suicide. People who have known me for a fairly long time are well acquainted with a time in my life – during the time in Boston at Harvard and later at Seattle University during the equally ill-advised quest for the MDiv -- when I was undergoing episodes of very severe, quite arguably pre-suicidal, clinical depression. So – for the benefit of those people, for “my mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me” – I want to emphasize that the following column does not describe me as I am now. Quite the contrary. I am not in crisis. I am not depressed. I am not afflicted with suicidal ideation – a term I came to know all too intimately during the “winter of [my] discontent”. So those of you
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I found myself struggling with what to write for this weeks blog because I've had a week from the pits of hell. I am sure if I dug extremely deep within that I'd be able to find something to be grateful for. But quite honestly I am struggling to come up with anything positive or encouraging to say about gratitude. I just lost two friends to the disease of addiction, one of whom I live with, all within the matter of FOUR DAYS!
Right now I'd lie if I said gratitude filled my heart. Anger, hatred, grief, sadness, and disbelief are what comes to mind that fill my heart. Two lives in their prime, 26 & 27, were prematurely snuffed out. Yes I have thankfulness for the very many blessings but right now gratitude eludes me completely. The struggle to remai...
According to Greek mythology, Cassandra, daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy, spurned Apollo’s sexual advances and was cursed by the god with the gift of uttering prophecies (about the fall of Troy, the assassination of Agamemnon, etc.) which were unfailingly accurate ... but which no one ever believed. I can sympathize.
If you read nothing else I write in my “Skeptic’s” columns, for your own sake please read this one. If you don’t have the time, then make the time. It really is that important:
If you have children, especially little children, and if your finances and circumstances permit — which I fully realize they may not — if at all possible, leave, or seriously prepare to leave, the United States. And go where? I would suggest Canada (preferably) or New Zealand o