A Goal of Love

Whether you are a hockey fan or not you might like this little item from a Toronto newscast last night.

Montreal Canadiens’ thirty-one-year-old goalie, Carey Price, took time to give a caring and meaningful hug to an eleven-year-old fan who had lost his mother to cancer last November. Carey is the boy’s idol, and the sheer joy of the moment moved the youngster to tears.

Here is a small clip from the newscast:

“Carey Price was a class act, not only giving Anderson two signed sticks, a signed puck, signed his jersey and mini-stick, but he also gave him the biggest hug,” 

Anderson was not the only one moved to tears…yours truly also shed a few to see such an open show love. Happy Saturday.

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Our Anxious World

Make no mistake about it. Our world is us…we the people. So what about us is influencing the marked increase in anxiety among our young, mid-age, and elderly?

Some say it is the food we eat, the meds we take, the air we breathe, the games we play, a synapse malfunction…and a myriad of other reasons. Granted, some of these may be responsible but why not look into ourselves? Could there be a connection to the way we treat others, to the way we tune out the conversations that make us uncomfortable, to the way we handle our differences, to the way we exhibit aggressive behavior with the excuse that ‘that’s just the way I am’? All this and more is seen in families, business, the coach’s bench, schools, churches…you name it.

Anxiety is not only a modern day problem. It existed two thousand years ago and even longer. It existed in the Garden of Eden. But that’s not to say that it can’t be overcome. A change of attitude on the part of ourselves and the people we share the world with would be a good first step. Asking ourselves if we could be a contributing factor to our own or someone else’s anxiety and then making a move to do something about it would be a good second step.

I feel that like cancer and other debilitating diseases we deal with on a daily basis, we must continue to look for ways to eradicate this mind-numbing, body-stiffening, nausea-producing ailment before it eradicates us as a humanity.

I, for one, am praying for healing of the afflicted and know that with our own awareness and God’s help, they will be restored. There is a way…let’s find it.

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The Matter of Dying

Well, the world, and Canada in particular, has lost another one of its stellar people.  At the age of fifty-three, Gord Downie, frontman for the Tragically Hip music group, succumbed to the brain cancer that had been a part of his life for the past two years. But before Gord left he made sure to leave a lovely legacy of love with us. His music, poetry, writings, quotes, and general “live for love” attitude will long remain in the minds of those who knew him or of him in his lifetime.

Here is a short clip from a Tragically Hip statement on Gord’s death:

Gord knew this day was coming – his response was to spend this precious time as he always had – making music, making memories and expressing deep gratitude to his family and friends for a life well lived, often sealing it with a kiss… on the lips.

Gord said he had lived many lives. As a musician, he lived “the life” for over 30 years, lucky to do most of it with his high school buddies. At home, he worked just as tirelessly at being a good father, son, brother, husband and friend. No one worked harder on every part of their life than Gord. No one.

There are those of us who have lived a lengthy life and are ready to ready to make that next step.

And then, like Gord Downie, there are those of us whose lives are brought to a close long before we think our time is up.

It’s a matter of how well we live our lives that counts, how much good we do, how much love we share while we are here that counts because in the end every single one of us will experience the matter of dying. Gord did it so well.

RIP Gord Downie.

Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4 NIV







How Beautiful is This?

Planet Earth is home to approximately eight billion people, give or take the many births and deaths on a day to day basis. It is believed to be the only planet in the universe to sustain life.

My question is this…why do we continue to mess up something so complex and beautiful by destroying the life and love it was designed for? Each and every one of us is in some way responsible for the state our world is in…each and every one of us; by our disregard for life whether by killing or indifference; our lack of empathy; our unforgiving and uncaring ways. It all adds up to being responsible for messing up our Planet Earth.

“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you” Jesus says this in John:14:2 KJV.

It occurred to me that the universe may be God’s house and our beautiful planet could possibly be one of His many mansions.

Let me also say there are some who believe this planet is a random act of chaos in a universe reflecting even more chaos.

But I look at this Planet amid all the brilliance of the universe’s intricate design, and have to wonder, how beautiful is this?


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He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth…Isaiah 40:22 NIV

The Balm, Not the Blister

Why do we say the things we say

that cut to the core of another’s

very essence…their heart and soul.

Why do we do the things we do

that boldly trample another’s

right to civility and compassion?

Why do we perceive an injustice

that was never the intent

of the friend, the sibling, the parent

the child, to whom we credit the deed.

Why not look into ourselves…

be the healer of the hurts.

Why not walk the high road and be

the balm….not the blister.

©Patricia Ann Boyes

Romans 12:18  If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. NIV











Please…Just Cut the Red Tape

It’s all over the news that a mother from Alberta gave birth to her two month premature baby in Ontario while visiting family.

She had been given clearance by her doctor to make the trip. There was no reason to believe that the baby girl would make her appearance while out of province.

Because the hospital where she was delivered could not accommodate this premature birth, mother and baby were flown to a neighboring hospital in the same province to the tune of approximately $30,000, which the airline stated in advance of the emergency flight. (Why $30,000?!)

Of course the mother agreed…what was she going to say…”No, no, I can’t pay to save my baby’s life!” Knowing she lived in Canada, she felt her Canadian health care would be looked after…and normally it would.

Now each of the provinces are declining to accept health care responsibilities.

What is the big deal??? This is a life and death situation of a brand new human being, of not the child’s nor the mother’s choosing.

Why can’t each province split the cost of the air ambulance…a mere $15,000 each. Each province can afford it and obviously, the young mother cannot.

When, oh when, is our society going to start implementing humane values to human conditions?

When are we going to start making exceptions to the so-called “RULES”?

When are we going to put human life ahead of the bottom line?

When are we going to cut the red tape in favor of the right thing to do?

Is this blog going to make a difference to this young mother’s plight? Not likely…but at least for once I won’t just sit back and say, “There’s nothing I can do about that.”

There comes a time to take a stand to cut the red tape.

A Time to Love

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)

Is there ever a time not to love? There are many kinds of love and many people to love. We love our families, our spouses, our friends; we love babies, our pets, our jobs; we love to sing, to dance, to play, to eat, to sleep; love encompasses a myriad of things. And hate? I even hate that word! There should never be a time to hate unless it’s all the things that go against the grains of humanity. I strongly urged my children to intensely dislike something or someone rather than entertain the emotion of hate.

War and Peace…a great book by Leo Tolstoy! There have been many times of war, both in Biblical times and in our world today. Does there need to be a time of war? Some say yes and I guess it’s true, but a time of peace is to be sought after, longed for, and I suppose…fought for.

The way I see it, love begets peace, and hate begets war. But Solomon says, “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”


Shadows in the Wind

I haven’t posted a poem in a long while, and while reading other bloggers’ poetry, am sensing a struggle with love. Let me share one of my love poems:


Perfect love is fulfillment

in perpetual motion,

seeing with the heart’s eye

that which the mind cannot grasp,

acknowledging the human need

for closeness under all conditions,

realizing that aloofness is a

suit of armor worn by those

who fear perfect love

is beyond their realm,

understanding the merest

reaching out of a heart’s desire,

passion and compassion hand in hand,

longing and belonging heart to heart.

Will it ever be reality

or are we pursuing shadows in the wind?


This was originally posted on July 25/14. Sometimes a second helping can be a good thing.

Should We or Not?

There is something happening on our planet that needs world wide prayer to overcome.

We are told not to fight evil with evil but to overcome evil with good (Romans 12:21).

The Power of Prayer manifested in global consciousness will go a long way in combating the forces of evil filtering into all corners of our world.

Shall we as a world wide community join forces in calling upon that Power to destroy the evil that seeks to destroy us?m

To those who know that Power as God, should we pray?

To those who don’t, for the sake of humanity, would you? Or not?




On The Sidewalk of Life

On Monday of this week, I had the sad opportunity to attend the funeral of a fifty-two-year-old young man who was a long-time member of my church. Andrew was the epitome of good nature, good deeds, and good looks. He was also the recipient of ominous cardiovascular genetics. His father and brother both died of this deadly disease at a very early age. Although his mother also had the gene, she did live a longer life, and Andrew became her solitary caregiver after she suffered a stroke in her early seventies.

This young man took care of his mother in the same way she cared for him as a child. He was always by her side, taking her to movies, out to dinner, to church functions, and to church every Sunday. When Andrew smiled, it lit up a room; when he laughed, it could be heard clear across Scarborough, and if Andrew cried, nobody heard it.

And his good works didn’t stop with his mother. On one occasion, I met Andrew when he was shopping at a Superstore where I had just purchased a patio set of table, four chairs and an umbrella. Seeing me trying to cram this whole set into my little Kia Magentis, totally without success, Andrew promptly pulled his van up behind me and loaded my patio furniture into it. “Where to, Patricia?” he asked with his famous brilliant smile. He followed me to my house, unloaded my set, and offered to put it all together for me. But I declined that extra service and sent him on his way, with a huge hug of thanks, to get his mother’s groceries. Not long after that, Andrew’s mother suffered a major stroke which ended her life, and saw him handle the final act of seeing to his mom’s last wishes.

That’s how Andrew walked the sidewalk of life. Everything he did was from the goodness of his heart; one that never functioned physically the way it was meant to.

After his mother’s death, Andrew began admitting to having problems with his heart. In spite of that, he picked up the pieces of life without his mom, and carried on living with a new sense of freedom, when he wasn’t in hospital for one procedure or another.

And then Andrew was gone. A massive heart attack took him in his sleep. I’m told he knew his days were numbered, but not for one moment do I believe that he gave in to self pity. I’m told that on his final day on earth, he mentioned to a neighbour that he wasn’t feeling well but went about filling the bird bath and feeder so that his feathered friends were looked after. That’s the kind of guy he was.

As the clergyman who did his funeral service told us, this good natured young man got off the sidewalk of life and onto the stairway to Heaven.  And he only did so after a final act of kindness.

Can you imagine how many angels were waiting for Andrew at the top of that stairway?