I watched a National Geographic program yesterday entitled Explorer: The Cult of Mary. The program was about people who had travelled to Medjugorje in Bosnia and Herzegovina, where six visionaries had seen an apparition of Mother Mary regularly since 1981. One lady travelled to Medjugorje in the hopes of finding a cure for her terminal brain cancer. Although she died five months later, her mother said she had become more
2015 is already shaping up to be a wonderful year for me, not so much because of anything that has happened or anything I’ve done, but I seem to have been realising the effects of a New Year’s resolution, without ever having consciously made one. If I had made one, the resolution would have been “Lighten up on yourself!” I had heard the words for years from my angels and
What do we know about other religions, or for that matter the religion we call our own? My father was originally a Congregational Church minister, so I was raised as a Protestant. I learned a little bit about the Christian religion in childhood Sunday School classes, and I even attended a few Bible Study classes in my very early teens. After that, however, I was keen to embrace the secular