I keep a bust of Ludwig van Beethoven on the fireplace mantle in my home. It reminds me of the…
Author Mark Davis Pickup
My college training was in radio and television arts. I love the arts, particularly with Christian themes. I came across…
This past weekend I met four other people with multiple sclerosis. It was not by design. I met them at…
In the small Canadian prairie town where I grew up there is an arts centre named after my mother. The…
My father’s generation knew the Holocaust of the Nazis. The holocaust of abortion and soon euthanasia and assisted suicide hangs…
I watched a thirty-seven year marriage end. It was a tragedy for everyone involved. The husband’s infidelities came to light…
I believe that God uses people at certain junctures in history to speak to their generations when they’ve lost their…
When I was young, it was fashionable to grow a beard and long hair, put on a tie-dyed t-shirt, faded jeans…
I read about a young man paralyzed in a freak accident. The story gave a glimpse of his grief and…
In the January/February edition of Christianity Today (they called themselves CT now) a small article caught my eye. It was…