All posts tagged: fear

“The Doctors Were Wrong; Our Son Lives”. Child Euthanasia Would Have Robbed This Family of Nine Wonderful Months… and Counting.

Whatever you do, don’t move to Belgium.  Its chocolates may be unsurpassed, its boutique breweries may be consummate but its laws are downright barbaric.  I allude to this speck of a country’s recent decision to legalise euthanasia for terminally ill children of any age.  You heard right.  Child euthanasia.  Any age. Adult euthanasia became legal in Belgium in 2002 and neighbouring Holland has allowed child euthanasia, with a minimum age of 12 years, for some time now.  Sounds a lot like a gradient with a slick and shifty surface. But how would I know what it’s like?  How can I judge when I’ve never been in the agonising situation of mothering a terminally ill child? Fair call. Launceston parents Rebecca and Kyron Fogarty know that their son Leo would have been a prime candidate, were they living in Belgium.  From the age of 14 months, Leo has undergone radiation treatment and chemotherapy in an attempt to obliterate the cancerous tumour in his tummy.  Any semblance of normalcy was upended for this family, and stints in …

Hello 2014. You and I are Gonna Get Along Just Fine.

Hello 2014.  Pleased to make your acquaintance, although, in truth, I’ve yet to determine whether to call you friend or foe.  You are 365 days of unknowns.  You are 52 weeks of lurching between happiness and discontent.  You are 12 months of ageing. Anticipation of a new year brings parties of the most flamboyant variety.  We drink to new opportunities as fireworks flare, or perhaps we drink to drown out the neon question mark hanging over the year ahead. Will we have more devastating natural disasters?  Will there be relationship breakdowns?  Will we struggle with intensely difficult personal circumstances?  Will support be there when we need it?  Or will it all be rosy? We have no control over the landscape of 2014, but we can take command of our attitude and outlook.  Easy in theory; less so in practice.  Which is why there is much to be said for chewing over the promises God offers us in His word. “I will go before you,” He says, over and over again. “I will go before you …

Good News for Weaklings

There’s a fine line between recklessness and courage. Often the defining factor is whether the mission succeeds. When it does, we get our hero, our courageous trailblazer. When it doesn’t, the action might still be called courageous but the consequences linked to the risk are a hard burden. And sometimes we call such people reckless. I wondered if Jonathan was reckless or courageous when I read of his attack on the Philistines. Within the context of a war pitted against Jonathan’s side, the Israelites, we read in the Bible of his fearless conquest. “One day Jonathan son of Saul said to the young man bearing his armour, “come, let’s go over to the Philistine outpost on the other side.” But he did not tell his father.” (1 Samuel 14:1) This verse fails to mention that his father was actually the king. So Jonathon, all cocksure and brimming with youthful enthusiasm, hiked to the Philistines’ outpost with his armour-bearer bringing up the rear. However fierce a warrior Jonathon was, I couldn’t imagine the two presented a quake-in-your-boots picture. After …

God Has Not Given Us a Spirit of Fear

Halloween will turn my stomach a little on Wednesday. You know how much I dislike this particular “celebration”. Yes, because it’s the worst kind of borrowed tradition from our American friends, but mainly because it puts fear on a pedestal. But I won’t bore you with my thoughts on this strange show of support for evil: zombies and witches and vampires and devils (I wonder if it would be considered “just a bit of innocent fun” if our kids dressed as drug addicts and hookers… just a thought). So the whole jack-o-lantern, black cat, witchy hat crusade got me thinking about the thing that holds it all together. Fear. And, if you will allow the stretch, fear got me thinking about a family holiday in Cairns back when the extent of my responsibilities was for my cat Tigger and washing up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was 16. Dad fancies himself as a bit of a daredevil and thought he’d jump 50 metres from a platform with a rope tied to his ankles. There we were at the …