Mac's Musings

I love movies. I don’t watch nearly as many as I used to, not nearly as many as I’d like to, not any more. The realities of responsible adult life, complete with demanding job, hyperactive kids and distractingly gorgeous wife, have quite thoroughly seen to that. Add to that less stamina for the all-night binge watch and the ever faithful constant of unreliable power supply even if I somehow tried to. But I still love movies. I wouldn’t say I have a particular favourite genre, with my all-time top ten including adventure fantasy, sci-fi, thrillers, comedy and of course, romance. An eclectic mix, if I do say so myself. From the breathtaking grandeur of the Lord of the Rings trilogy to the heartwarming coming of age of Simon Birch, bowing to Aslan, soaring with Superman….. multiple viewings do   nothing to diminish my enthusiasm or blunt my emotions. Just hit me with that old familiar score and watch my eyes light up and face break out in the most geeky of grins as I prep

I love writing. I don't get to write nearly as much as I'd like to, but I absolutely love it. Anyone who's met me, and also read anything I've written, would probably testify that I write better than I speak. It's much more liberating, especially being freed from speech impediments and pronunciation somersaults. I have been working on a few things, which I hope I'll get to share in time, but I recently thought to try and improve myself. So I entered a short story contest. It proved to be much more challenging than I thought, especially as it was exactly what it said it was, SHORT. 300 words short! Anyway, faced with a busy schedule, an impossible timeline and the inconvenient and almost diabolic paralysis of writers block, I turned to real life to inspire what would prove to be halting baby steps in the turbulent waters of the author. Is it autobiographical? Hehe, wouldn't you wish. It's fiction, so please don't start calling to express your

He was a giant of a man, even back then in his 20’s. I was in my early teens, still reveling in the fact I was a ‘senior boy’ and no longer wore shorts to school. I met him when he accompanied my favorite uncle on a break from medical school. Everyone has a favorite uncle/aunt, don’t they? Usually either one closest to their age and thus is the most relatable, or the one who brings the best gifts… So, he and my uncle were classmates and spent a holiday with us, and that was the beginning. He very quickly became a member of the family in his own right, his quick wit and warm, genuine, hearty laughter endearing him to everybody. He exuded a sincerity that was rare and refreshing, without a hint of guile or subterfuge. He quickly became the big brother I’d always wanted. Always seemed to know the right thing to say, laughed so hard at my jokes I wondered if I was actually that funny, lifted me up when I fell, held me down when I threatened to get too big for my own good,

There is an honesty, a nakedness in worship, when our hearts touch the heart of the Father, and we are stripped of all pretense, all vanity, all falsehood, and we see everything clearly. We see ourselves how God sees us, imperfect yet made perfect by virtue of redemption via the perfect sacrifice, restored to fellowship, called to be vessels of honor, children of God. Perhaps no period reminds us more of this than Easter, when we are confronted by the spectre of the cross, and it's significance to our faith as Christians. As we approach another easter, I'm reminded of, and have decided to share this song and the powerful poem within. be blessed. “ If there are words for Him then I don’t have them. See my brain has not yet reached the point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breath with enough agility to breathe out the greatness of His Love. And my voice, se

article by Larry Tomczak     Recently my long time friend, Lee Grady, highlighted in print the deaths of notable Christians. Ann B. Davis, beloved actress, was one of them. Yet at the same time in a publication on newsstands is the headline that she was really a lesbian! I don't believe it. In theaters across America right now is a movie called "Foxcatcher" dealing with the true story of multimillionaire John DuPont's killing of Olympic wrestler Dave Schultz. The movie also implies a homosexual relationship between John and Dave's brother Mark. The latter categorically denies any such involvement. NFL castaway, Michael Sam, who unashamedly kissed his "lover" on national TV, was interviewed recently by Oprah Winfrey and celebrated the fact that many NFL players call him and admit they're gay but just haven't come out yet. Regularly on TV celebrities and "experts" celebrate the "fact" that probably 25-30 per