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What I Know and Don’t Know!


I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do. Leonardo da Vinci

For the past several days I have been pondering about which is the better; learned knowledge, or experiential knowledge.  Or could it be a mixture of both, I am just not certain.

There is a pattern in all the blogs I have read thus far of people trying to cope with some form of  mental health issue/s.

All the situations I have observed are unique, just as our fingerprints are unique to only one person.  Another observation I have made is that all remedies to each of the issues also vary from person to person.  These are things I do know!

What I don’t know are these: 

  • The situation/s leading up to the point in each individual’s crisis in mental health.   
  • The life experience of each unique individual.
  • Other challenges that the individual is having along side the mental health challenge.

One more thing I know and that is, I cannot assume I have any answers for a person.  I can only speak to the things I have experienced in my own battle with mental health.

So, I can have empathy, sympathy for the person I am listening to, for all I can do is be a pillar of support for him or her.

The Ministry – Small Beginnings

I actually grew up playing the piano in the church and was deeply involved in music ministry. T. D. Jakes

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Taken in 2006

I can recall telling my mother that I was going to be an evangelist.  I barely knew what an evangelist was, did, etc.,

My music was the key to opening doors for me.  If my music was accepted I knew that I would be accepted in my preaching.

I did not start travelling for several years.  The pastor of my home church would allow me five or ten minutes to speak.  Those were the training wheels of my ministry. I didn’t have a clue on how to stitch together a sermon.(Some would argue “I still don’t”).

I am no Billy Graham or Billy Sunday, yet I feel adequate in my speaking skills, skills that I developed as the years passed by.  I did not mimic another preacher for I needed to be realistic, just to be me.

I was sixteen and was invited to a Minister’s Convention. I accepted, attended the convention. It was held in a tent.  It was in a little town outside of Ottawa, the Town of Spencervile.  One thing led to another, I became the main piano player, then they asked me to take and minister in some morning and afternoon.  The result of that time was I received ordination.  As far as I knew I was the youngest ever.

I eventually found my way back to my home area, moved into a small apartment above a bank.  Began work in an orchard, after work travel to an evangelistic meetings near by.  That led the way for that evangelist asked me to travel with him to be part of his music team.  I accepted and began travelling with him in July 1980. I was seventeen years of age.  With that I entered a crazy period of my life.

To be continued – The Travel Years

Logic: Before Depression


No, no, you’re not thinking; you’re just being logical. Niels Boh

For several days now I have been trying to bring forward moments pre-depression/bi-polar that were truly organic happiness.  I cannot seem to recall many of those type of moments during my childhood.  Maybe, it is just because negativity has crowded them out, or maybe logic would conclude, there just were not any moments.

Logic would at least think “holidays” were moments of joy, I cannot recall any “holiday” that stands out in my memory has being the epitome of happiness.

Logic at this moment, at the moment I am writing this post, that it is the medication suppressing the times of gleefulness before this thing called depression showed up on the doorsteps of my mind.

The irrational thought tells me that I am making it bigger than it really is, that no one else has these feelings.

So, there must have been a time before depression that I was happy, that is the logical way to think!

The Music- Part Two

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Myself – Grade 8

Now, the girl I was seeing told me that her family would be moving to Alymer, Ontario.  I was broken hearted over it.

There was a silver lining to that dark cloud they gave me their old upright piano.  It to me was like winning a jackpot. My parents could never had the means to buying one.

Well, I was working part time doing different jobs, I started saving my money eventually saving enough to have the piano tuned.

I sat and practised on that piano every chance I had.  I worked hard trying to play imitating piano players that I wanted to sound like.

It wasn’t long that I was playing half decent.  I became the defacto musician in the home church, well, for the services that I could make it to. 

As I became more proficient I started having my sister join me in singing duets.  We practised songs until she knew without saying a word the song that we were singing next.  We sang at youth rallies, home church, and then we were invited to sing on a Gospel T.V. Talk Show in Detroit, Michigan.

Around the beginning of the year nineteen-eighty I was able to buy my first car, a Ford Pinto Station Wagon. 

I started going into Detroit to revival meetings held in the very studio where I sang with my sister.  Every time I was there the evangelist spotted me and had me take over on the piano.  He didn’t even know my name, but for some unknown reason he seemed to like me.  That summer he asked me to travel full time with him and others, I would be his organist.  That became a new challenge for me.

I learned how to play what is called a B3 Hammond 
B3 HammondOrgan. I had to develop a style that was totally different than the Piano. Two hands were not the problem. Now I had to learn to use my left foot on the bass pedals, plus, all of the draw bars to created different moods on it.

I soon learned that my style on piano and that on the organ were not inter-changeable.  In Canada it was the piano that was accepted. In the States it was the Organ sound that people seemed to enjoy better.

As the years have went by I have become more proficient on the organ, not the Hammond, but on an Organ for my home.  My dream would be to have both the Piano and the Organ both in my home.

I have never regretted taking that step of travelling that developed my style of music both here in Canada and the United States.

The Music – Part One

myself playing piano at WCFS convention in Sasatoon
Playing and Singing at a Fair Convention in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, approx. mid 2000’s

In the early seventies my Mom had me start lessons to play the Accordion.  I believe I made it to the second year. We were living in London, Ontario. My parents decided to move back to the Windsor, Ontario area, so, the Accordion lessons ceased.

I have been in involved in Gospel Music in one form or another.  It started with my maternal Grandfather who played the guitar.  We listened to Bluegrass Gospel, and Southern Gospel Music.  He had some of the Grandchildren learn some Gospel Music songs to sing in Church. We were not allowed to have the words in front of us, thus, memorization came to play.

My music revolved totally around my Grandfather.  In nineteen-seventy-five he suffered a major heart attack while at work.  He died immediately.

Needless to say I was totally devastated, it felt like my world came to an end.  That year the region was hit with a major snow storm and Grandpa’s funeral was held back for a week.  That was the toughest week of my life at that time.  It was my first time coming to face to face with a close loved one’s death.

As a young teenager I couldn’t understand why this was allowed to happen for Grandpa was only fifty-seven.  I became bitter, stopped playing the Accordion and basically quit everything associated with Gospel Music.

We moved back to the city of Windsor, Ontario, I entered my first year of High School. I started seeing a girl that I met, she was a friend of my oldest sister.  Her family had a piano which when I was there I would try to play it.

Now, my Home Church no longer had a musician, they encouraged me to try and play for the song service.  The old piano sat to the right of the Pulpit, it was out of tune, Grandpa didn’t like anyone trying to play it.  He always said emphatically that “it is out of tune”.

To be continued…

Holidays, Holy Days?

I decided for this post not to include a quote or picture.

Mostly everyone knows the term “Merry Christmas” and they know what it is about, meaning.

Ask yourself do you know anything about those who do not celebrate Christmas? How about the Menorah, or what our Islamic neighbors observe   Ramadan .

There are many other Holy Days of different religions that I would love to learn about.

I have an Islamic doctor.  My first visit to see him I sensed that he was hesitant, not sure what I would think of him.  As I looked around the room I saw a picture of Mecca.  So, I asked him, “have you made the pilgrimage yet?”.  His face changed countenance, he lit up  and asked how I knew about Mecca.  I told him I was studying about it.  Since that day we have a friendly visit during my checkup.

So, my question is this; How do you celebrate or not the Holidays, or Holy Days?  I would love to hear about Chanukah, and any Islamic blogger what Ramadan is about.

For those who celebrate Christmas, let’s hear from you about how you celebrate, traditions.

So many that I talk with have pre-conceived ideas about other faiths. Some are totally erroneous. 

Please be respectful in your comments for I would like for this to be a learning moment. I welcome all who read this to participate and enjoy learning about your neighbors, even your co-workers.


Life At Home

Mom, myself, Keith, Sandy, Tracy - Elm Street -early 1980's
My Mother, Brother, Two Sisters, Oldest Daughter not available

I was born and raised in and around Windsor, Ontario, Canada.

In my opinion we were the basic family at that time.  Both of my parents worked.  For that reason a sister of my mother lived in with us to take care of us.

As we grew older Mom taught us to do chores, I was responsible for the sidewalk in the winter, the lawn in the summer.  My sisters were taught how to start supper so that when Mom arrived home she just had to do the finish touches.  We were expected to be there unless we had permission to be away.  At that time there were no cell phones, computers, just a landline phone.  All our friends knew not to call during the time of our eating supper.

My Mom was quite amazing, her Mother, my Grandmother thought some things were too liberal.  You see, Mom allowed us to speak our opinion but it had to be spoken with respect, no attitude.

My paternal Grandmother was Roman Catholic.  My mother told me when it came time for us kids to start attending school that she and my Roman Catholic Grandmother had a knock downed argument.  Grandma thought we should be attending a Catholic school, Mom thought different.  Needless to say Mom won.

The children were not baptized in the Roman Catholic Church, thus, we were considered bastards in the eyes of the Church.  I cannot recall ever going to anything within the Roman Catholic Church when we were growing up.

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Archie Bunker –

Now my father was a case all of his own. I call him Archie Bunker ll.  I cannot recall one time growing up that he said he loved us, proud of us. If I brought home an A on an assignment, his response was “can’t you do better”.

As I grew older I became his punching bag.  He had a hair trigger temper that would erupt over the slightest issue.  It kept us sitting on pins and needles.  He disliked the High School I chose because it was not a trade teaching school. I chose an Academic High School, choosing all business related courses.  Courses like accounting, typing, computers, etc.,. If I did what he thought I would be a backyard mechanic.

 When I entered High School Mom did not set a curfew for me, she knew I would always come home at a proper time.  I went to school in the dark, and came home in the dark when I knew my father was asleep in bed.  The only rule, come in the house quietly without disturbing my Mother”s sleep.

I dropped out of High School in the middle of Grade Eleven and quickly left home. I began to do some itinerant speaking and Gospel Music.

That was the long beginning of having the opportunity of travelling with another Evangelist throughout Canada and the United States.

Seasons Of Life


I think that life is difficult. People have challenges. Family members get sick, people get older, you don’t always get the job or the promotion that you want. You have conflicts in your life. And really, life is about your resilience and your ability to go through your life and all of the ups and downs with a positive attitude. Jennifer Hyman

November 21, 2019

Today’s Reading:

Ecclesiastes 3:  [MSG]
1  There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
2  A right time for birth and another for death, A right time to plant and another to reap,
3  A right time to kill and another to heal, A right time to destroy and another to construct,
4  A right time to cry and another to laugh, A right time to lament and another to cheer,
5  A right time to make love and another to abstain, A right time to embrace and another to part,
6  A right time to search and another to count your losses, A right time to hold on and another to let go,
7  A right time to rip out and another to mend, A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
8  A right time to love and another to hate, A right time to wage war and another to make peace.

Living life has it’s highs and it’s lows.  I prefer the highs of life, the lows not so much.

It is easy to allow myself to wallow in self-pity. To cry out that the whole world is against me.

Just as the seasons of the year passes from spring to weather so is the seasons of our life.

So, here I am again having to remind myself about the portion of Scripture that tells me to expect this roller coaster of seasons.

My Home Church

Several months ago I had a phone conversation with a dear relative of mine. My relative and I were reminiscing about things from our home church.  It was mentioned that they pined for those days again.

Lori & myself at the Gospel Way Church-Leamington Ontario
My Sister Lori, myself at our Home Church, The Gospel Way Church, Leamington, Ontario, Canada

You see, the place I considered my home church sat on a country lot with tall poplar trees lined the edge of the property. It was not fancy for most of my childhood they was no running water within the walls.  At maximum it would seat maybe sixty or a little less. On the front left of the sanctuary sat an old upright piano, out of tune and was only played when a guest would visit that knew how to play, much to the grumblings of my grandfather about it.  Grandpa was the only musician, a self taught guitar player for the small and unassuming congregation.

We considered ourselves to be “Pentecostal” in doctrine but with no one umbrella that were our over-seers.  We went through many different variations of preachers and teachers over the years. Until a man became a constant with us and he was picked to be the pastor of a congregation with limited means.

Yes, we were those “Pentecostals” that you hear much about, but, not to be mistaken for those who claim power over “snakes”.  Talking in tongues, prophecy, and all manifestations of the “gifts of the spirit”.  These were all I knew growing up and throughout my teenage life.


Come Sunday night everyone would dress for church.  No, the ladies did not bring out of their closets mink coats, or wear diamonds around their neck, but yet you knew these were not their every day wear.  The same with the men, the pastor wore a suit and the men that had one.  We always had respect for those who would step behind the pulpit, sometimes we would call the “brother” so and so, or “pastor”, but never once did we think of using their first name.

Then There Was the Music

For awhile my family moved quite a bit and sometimes my mom and dad would take us to different churches when we lived a distance from the home church.  In all those years we learned the tried and tested “hymns” of the church,  mix in some choruses, and of course the Anointing of the Spirit of God.



The Race Is On


November 20, 2019

Our obsession with speed, with cramming more and more into every minute, means that we race through life instead of actually living it. Our health, diet and relationships suffer. We make mistakes at work. We struggle to relax, to enjoy the moment, even to get a decent night’s sleep.

Carl Honore

Today’s Reading:

Ecclesiastes 9:  [MSG]
11  I took another walk around the neighborhood and realized that on this earth as it is— The race is not always to the swift, Nor the battle to the strong, Nor satisfaction to the wise, Nor riches to the smart, Nor grace to the learned. Sooner or later bad luck hits us all.
12  No one can predict misfortune. Like fish caught in a cruel net or birds in a trap, So men and women are caught By accidents evil and sudden.

When I was teaching myself the piano I tried to sound like other piano players I had heard, however, this just caused me nothing but frustration.

As a Pastor/Preacher I tried to mold myself like those itinerant preachers that I admired.  I just couldn’t do it.  This only led me to where I wanted to throw my hands in the air and give up.

For me I learned what worked best for me in my music and in my speaking.  I developed a method when I was a guest singer/musician that usually would end with satisfaction.  In Canada I knew what worked, I mean there was places of music that would not float with the people listening.  Cross the border into the States and it became a completely different ball game.  I had to switch gears for what I found worked with those congregations.

How many times in life do we try to use cookie cut templates to our life resulting in total chaos?.

My advice for those reading this is, stop trying to take others methods and overlay their template on your life.  Find your own lane in this race called life, thus you will find your own rhythm and success.

First Guest Post: Letter To Self #MILLENNIALLIFECRISIS

Today marks a milestone for this blog, the very first Guest Post.

It is written by someone who I consider her blog as a must read every day.  So many helpful insights. Her name is Vee, her blog:  If you have never visited her blog I would suggest that you click on the link above, take some time and read some of her posts.

Letter To A Depressed Self


Dear Self,

So, this is depression.

This is complete and utter, downright sadness day in and day out.

This is heartbreak and heartache and consistent anxiety about everything that happens.

So this is the new normal. This is what I get. This is who I am now. I’ve tried to hide from it for a long time, but the truth is, running has done me no favors.

I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, nor the afternoon either, if I am being totally honest. Most days, I just don’t want to exist. Eating is a struggle, smiling seems like the world’s most difficult task and quite frankly, I don’t want to talk to people because I don’t want to hear their opinions on the matter.

‘Just get over it!’ They’ll say.

‘Take some time for yourself!’ They’ll say.

‘Be happy!’ They’ll say.

Yeah, as if they could possibly understand this feeling. They all sound so nice and it sounds so easy in theory, but the fact of the matter is, I just can’t. And the secret truth to the matter is, I just don’t want to. Not today. I don’t want to leave this bed.

The world has kicked down so many times as of late that I’ve stopped counting. And you know what, I’d consider myself a relatively positive person overall, but sometimes I just can’t help but feel bad. This ache in my heart doesn’t seem to go away. And I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling. I think this is something a lot of people feel. We all struggle at one time or another. I’m not going to sit here and compare my struggles to anyone else, but I’ll just say that sometimes the funk is what gets you through. Sometimes the funk (and not leaving your bed) is all that you have.

And that’s okay.
Though, I want you to promise me something, self. Promise me that you’re not going to let this depression win. Promise me that you’re going to get better, be better and be more. Promise me that one day you’re going to smile because you want to, not because you have to.

Self, I want you to remember these times. Because these times of sorrow and emptiness are giving your strength. It might not seem like it now, but they’re building a fortitude deep inside of you that will one day make your greatness truly immeasurable. One day self, you’re going to be on top of the world. I know it might not seem like it now, but you’ll get there, I can promise you that. So promise me now, self, that you’re not going to give up. Because one day I want you to be able to look back and thank god that you didn’t give up.

This funk may be where you’re at in life right now, but it isn’t where you’re going to be forever. Whether you take the advice of others, or leave it, please don’t ignore me when I say that this too will pass. So promise me self, that you’re going to keep going. Promise me that one day you’re going to look back on this and laugh at the distant memory of what was. Promise me that you’re going to understand when others go through it and that you’re going to help.
Self, I need you to keep going. I need you to know there’s so much more to this world that you’ve yet to discover. You can stay in bed today, you can even stay in bed tomorrow if you want to. But promise me, self, that you’re going to get out of that bed eventually. That you’re going to make an effort. That’ you’re going to believe in yourself. Promise me that you’re going to make the change. Promise me that you’re going to get back up every time the world kicks you over. Promise me that you’ll never stop fighting the current, no matter how far you find yourself from shore. Promise me that you’ll catch your breath each time you get the wind knocked out of your lungs.

You’re the only person that can help yourself out of this. I hope that you know the power is within you. It may seem impossible now, but I promise you, self, it’s going to to be worth it. I only want what’s best for you in this life, I hope that you know that. And I hope that you do to, self. Never stop fighting.



My personal thanks and hats off to Vee for a post well written.

Remember, take some time to check out Vee’s blog at:



November 19, 2019

If you make decisions based upon people’s reactions or judgments then you make really boring choices. Heath Ledger

Today’s Reading:

Ecclesiastes1: MSG
1  These are the words of the Quester, David’s son and king in Jerusalem:
2  Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.] There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke.
3  What’s there to show for a lifetime of work, a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?
4  One generation goes its way, the next one arrives, but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth.
5  The sun comes up and the sun goes down, then does it again, and again—the same old round.
6  The wind blows south, the wind blows north. Around and around and around it blows, blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
7  All the rivers flow into the sea, but the sea never fills up. The rivers keep flowing to the same old place, and then start all over and do it again.
8  Everything’s boring, utterly boring— no one can find any meaning in it. Boring to the eye, boring to the ear.
9  What was will be again, what happened will happen again. There’s nothing new on this earth. Year after year it’s the same old thing.
10  Does someone call out, “Hey, this is new”? Don’t get excited—it’s the same old story.
11  Nobody remembers what happened yesterday. And the things that will happen tomorrow? Nobody’ll remember them either. Don’t count on being remembered.

If many people are like me lately I have been finding life boring.  The drudgery of each day, wondering if anything is ever going to change, when will I have some excitement.

Christian life is no different, we go to church, sing a few hymns, listen to a thirty minute sermon, sing the doxology, be dismissed and go home.

I have to believe that somewhere, somehow, things will eventually change, and this hum-oh, life will have a spark of change and excitement again.

The hamster wheel life that I face today hopefully will end and I will find myself on a path that leads to fulfillment.

Boring can lead to lethargy, paying attention may lead to mistakes, mistakes that in some circumstances could cost me greatly.

So, when at the end of my rope I’ll tie a knot and hold the faith that things will change!



***This post was inspired by “Mama Coffee Chat” When she commented on my post of “Comfortable“***

If you haven’t read a post at Mama Coffee Chat I would encourage you to take some time and pay the blog a visit.

Here is her comment:

Something many of us struggle with yet it’s not a regular conversation in households. It’s probably because no one knows how to talk about it or how to teach it. Children don’t have any thoughts of this until it’s taught to them (whether at home or at school) and I wish I could protect my kids from ever having the same thoughts and feelings that I have and had growing up.
Glad you’re finally beginning to be able to be comfortable in your own skin 🙂 I have to wonder if any of us truly manage to reach full comfort?

For too long, our society has shrugged off bullying by labeling it a ‘rite of passage’ and by asking students to simply ‘get over it.’ Those attitudes need to change. Every day, students are bullied into silence and are afraid to speak up. Let’s break this silence and end school bullying. Linda Sanchez

Man, women, boy, girl, straight, gay, transgender, black, white, Hispanic. All labels, labels we attached to people, groups of people.

Schools are a great place where labeling happens, kids can be quite cruel. Name calling is a way for a student to feel superior over others.  It is also a way for cliques to form.  We laugh at sitcoms when the beautiful girls bully those who may not have the body of a perfect model.

Guys do it also, labels such as; geek, jock, nerd, and many more.  Their form of bullying can be quite painful for the reason is that it is often inflicting pain on their victim. 

All around the world at this present time the ugly head of labeling, bullying, name calling has reared itself.  It is not pretty, for some would argue they are only words, sometimes those words do more damage than inflicting bodily pain.

For me and the rest of society if we are ever going to feel comfortable in our own skin we must shed the gross habit of placing labels on each other.



Beauty is being comfortable and confident in your own skin. Iman

As far as I can remember I have never felt comfortable in my own skin  I always felt like an outsider looking in. 

In school I was not what they call a “jock”.  When in high school gym was always stressful.  Changing my clothes was an effort to become part of the wall so that no one would pay attention to me.

I am now fifty-eight and I have only started to feel “comfortable” in my own skin.  I have learned after multiple stays in the mental health ward that acceptance of myself was the hurdle I needed to clear and go over it.

I believe that I can sort of relate to young men and women who struggle with body image.  Girls trying to stay skinny, trying to look like the women on magazine covers. There battles with anorexia and bulimia.  For teens it is the extreme peer pressure that causes the battle of feeling comfortable with their body image.

I am on my way to being comfortable in my own skin.  I accept my hair is turning grey, now have to wear bi-focal, and all the rest a guy of my age starts to grow through.

So, there is my rant of learning how to be comfortable in my own skin!

Mental Health & Time Management


“To conquer frustration, one must remain intensely focused on the outcome, not the obstacles.” – T.F. Hodge


I came upon the above quote and it struck me quite intensely. 

I have learned a few things about mental health and time management.

  1. Never go shopping when tired: a panic attack just waiting to happen
  2. For appointments try to get the first one in the morning: the rest of the day I can rest if need be
  3. I try to get at least eight hours of sleep a night: if I don’t I find that I am jittery all day with problems focusing
  4. Eat at regular schedule time.
  5. Car rides: when I am tired major panic attack, always grabbing for the dash board
  • Now I know that most people work, so, the way they would manage time would look quite different than myself.
  • Most have families they are raising which demands time.
  • Others are students in college and university.

So, with proper time management I can avoid frustrations and have a more peaceful day!

Double Trouble


Don’t let anyone call you a minority if you’re black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You’re not less than anybody else. Gwendolyn Brooks

I have been given this much thought over the years.  It is alarming what some people must bear because of the bigotry of others.

Put yourself in these shoes, you are in an ethnic group, you also have a mental health issue.  That puts you in a situation of “double trouble”. 

Within the borders of Canada we have groups of people, First Nations, living in sub standards housing, under a “boil water” advisories, a bleak outlook for their future.

In the 1960’s there was a policy concerning “first nations” children where authorities went in, grabbed the children, and place them in white Anglo-Saxon families, with the goal to drive out their “Indian” traits from them

The Sixties Scoop refers to a practice that occurred in Canada of taking, or “scooping up”, Indigenous children from their families and communities for placement in foster homes or adoption. Despite the reference to one decade, the Sixties Scoop began in the late 1950s and persisted into the 1980s.  Wikipedia – 60’s scoop

The Canadian Government gave these children “double trouble”.  Many survivors of this are now dealing with a multitude of issues, one of them being mental health trauma.

Fast forward to this current century and Canada has an epidemic within it’s borders. High suicide rates within the First Nations youth.

Suicide rates across First Nations, Inuit, and Metis communities continue to be considerably higher than that of non-Indigenous peoples in Canada.[19][20][21] A Statistics Canada survey from 2011 to 2016 found that, when comparing suicide rates of Indigenous peoples to the rest of the Canadian population, First Nations people had a suicide rate three times higher, Metis had an estimated rate two times higher, and Inuit communities were found to face a suicide rate as much as 9 times higher than the national average.

This is a story that has not been given much light shone on it.  There are other issues that needs to be brought to light, but that is for another post.

I do not know what the correct solution is, but, I would start by actually treating the First Nations people as a whole like the human beings that they are.  Not with prejudice of color of skin, nor the ethnic group label we have placed upon them.

So, maybe the next time I want to whine about my circumstance maybe I should consider those who from the start have “double trouble”.

Mental Health & Finances


“When the purse becomes empty, the mind becomes full of issues.”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Stress is a main stay of life.  There is stress at the job, raising children, keeping a roof above your head.  Now the stress of not having enough money.  All these circumstances can lead to monumental problems.

Let’s change the picture, one where you subtract the job, creates a totally different stress.  A stress that over powers everything else in your life.  It is all consuming during your day, and the last thing you think about as you fall asleep.

Now add to the mix health problems such as mental health issues.  Now you need medications along with everything else that demands your finances.  Medications can be very costly, this writer knows all too well.

I just did a Google search and the good news is that there are “compassionate” programs offered by pharmaceutical makers. This can be a burden lifter for those with a very limited income.

In Canada some provincial governments also have “compassionate” programs for those who cannot afford their medications. Suggestion, ask your pharmacist the next time you need a refill.  They have a wealth of knowledge on which programs are available.  Sometimes all you need to cover is the dispensing fee.

So, take some time, do the research, swallow your pride and ask for help.  There is help out there, just look!



Nearly everybody I know does something to try to remove herself to clear her head and to have enough time and space to think… All of us instinctively feel that something inside us is crying out for more spaciousness and stillness to offset the exhilarations of this movement and the fun and diversion of the modern world.

Pico Iyer

Psa 46: [MSG]
10a  “Step out of the traffic! 

The King James of the above verse is this “Be still…”.

At any given time here in the city I live in you can drive by a certain coffee franchise and see a line of cars waiting to pick up their favorite version of coffee at the drive thru window.

Just listening to my daughter and the schedule she has to keep getting my grandchildren to all of their activities makes me feel exhausted.

I cannot remember the last time when I have stepped out into the still of the night and the only sounds I hear are those the creatures of nature.  Or the last time I have seen the northern lights dance with such beauty that takes your breath away and stand there in awe of what you are beholding.

My best time of the day is at night where I can just be still, reflect on the events of the day.  Time to just quiet my mind and my spirit.  Time to cleanse from all those things that kept you on edge.

When is the last time you just did absolutely nothing.  No phone, no television, no children tugging on you, just so quiet that you can almost hear your heart beat within you.

Meditation is a good thing, not really thinking about anything, just letting your frustrations leave your body from your head to your toes.

So, I would encourage you to take time and be still!

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Lest We Forget


We owe our World War II veterans – and all our veterans – a debt we can never fully repay. Doc Hastings

This is a special day, a day we stop to honor our men and women past and present who serve in our military.

I can remember sitting on my grandparents porch steps and could hear the adults talking in whispers about one of my uncles.  This uncle served in Vietnam and was missing in action.  He finally came home and it was a great day for me to finally meet him.

I sometimes wonder if those who are younger really understand the service of our military members.  The second world war ended in 1945 seventy-four years ago.

So, sometime today take time to stop and think about all the freedoms you enjoy, freedoms that someone who you do not know fought for.  

Lest we forget!

Update On Blog Changes


You may notice that the blog has changed.  It is not yet finished, but it is starting to look like the blog I had envisioned.

There are now multiple categories where a post may belong to a certain category. At this present time there are some that have no posts at all.

This format allows me to write on multiple subjects.  There is now a Home Page, however, it needs some help.  Not all posts will appeal to everyone, this format was easier than to start a new blog from scratch.

The one category that I am most excited about is The Guest Post. I will be inviting others to write a guest post, something that I am sure will be a favorite for you, the reader.

Check back often to keep abreast about what is happening with Rethinking Scripture!

Lady Wisdom


November 10, 2019

Pro 3:  [MSG]
13  You’re blessed when you meet Lady Wisdom, when you make friends with Madame Insight.
14  She’s worth far more than money in the bank; her friendship is better than a big salary.
15  Her value exceeds all the trappings of wealth; nothing you could wish for holds a candle to her.
16  With one hand she gives long life, with the other she confers recognition.
17  Her manner is beautiful, her life wonderfully complete.
18  She’s the very Tree of Life to those who embrace her. Hold her tight—and be blessed!

We are not born with wisdom for it is acquired throughout life.  It is a compilation of things learned through books and our life’s experiences.

 We have two choices when it comes to wisdom, applied, disregard.

So, let me finish with a saying I have heard, “too old soon, too late smart”!

Let’s Talk About **x


Sex isn’t a “cure” for anxiety or depression, but the feel-good hormones and chemicals that are released during sex can temporarily reduce symptoms of both mental health challenges. These include dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin which can boost mood, increase compassion, and help you bond with your partner.Feb 7, 2018  Talk Space

During one of my stays in treatment we were in group talking about things we could do when we were having trouble falling asleep.  Of course the usual things were mentioned, turkey sandwich, tuna sandwich, then someone mentioned that word.  The group giggled and laughed. Being adults the only ones there but for that moment you might have thought you were in a fifth grade classroom.

When you engage in that activity of that word things happen within the brain that is beneficial.  The release of “feel good hormones”; dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin.  Engaging in this activity helps with self esteem. Yes, this activity is of great beneficial to the whole person. 

The wind up which is the actual goal for both male and female releases another chemical in the body, prolactin which also helps a person to sleep.

If you haven’t guessed what I have been writing about is one thing and one thing only.