By Edward Grinnan

When Dying Is Taboo

Suicide is the loss of love, maybe even the failure of love. The person believes all love is lost, even the love of God, the greatest loss.

It’s been more than three years since my brother-in-law Mick took his life. Like Robin Williams, he was brilliant and talented. He never saw the heights of fame that Williams did, but he certainly knew the same depths, the depths of depression and addiction that so many people in this world struggle with hour by hour.  

When Compassion Rules the Day

With fear mounting around the Ebola outbreak, the virus of exclusion can be as deadly as any.

A couple of years ago I had to undergo a routine medical test that required anesthesia. The doctor who was performing the procedure was running late. I fiddled with my paper gown while the ambulatory anesthesiologist fiddled with my I.V. line.

She was a tall, young, athletic-looking woman with a spectacular tan for the middle of winter. So I asked her about it. As it turns out, she and her husband, also an ambulatory anesthesiologist, were based in Hawaii.

Chance Encounter?

When did you first discover Guideposts? For editor-in-chief Edward Grinnan, it was just in time.

I was walking up Park Avenue South towards my gym in my usual preoccupied morning fog when a voice startled me: "Edward? You write for Guideposts!"

I turned to see a well-dressed middle-aged guy coming out of a bank lobby. People don’t usually recognize me for the job I have, especially in New York, where anonymity is the norm. It took me a second to react. Then I stuck out my hand. "Yes, I’m Edward Grinnan."

A Love Like Millie's

How to help the homeless? Change them? Or change ourselves? One dog shows the way.

Millie and I detect Maurice about a hundred feet down the block. Millie’s nose rises in the hot air. Sniffing. I wish I could cover mine. Pretty soon she is pulling at her leash, tail-slapping me and dragging me over to her friend’s doorway where he is liquidly slouched.

“Millie!” he cries, arms out, speech garbled, eyes just red slits even at this time of the morning.

A Faith-Filled Response to a National Crisis

I do ask myself the question ... what would Jesus do? And I don’t think he’d be raising his middle finger or waving a gun or a misspelled sign and impeding YMCA buses.

SPOILER ALERT: This blog is about the kids, not the politics.

I feel I have to say that, because the inordinate degree of media coverage of the current crisis on our southern border has focused on things that divide us as a people, not things that unify and inspire us. 

We see gun-toting anti-immigration groups interfering with bus loads of destitute Central American children fleeing violence in their homelands and trying to enter our country without proper legal documentation.  

Midsummer Classics and Love That Never Dies

I'll be watching baseball's All-Star game with something very special by my side.

The All-Star break. I love the sound of it. Other professional team sports have their all-star games (generally boring) but nothing compares to the romance and excitement of Major League Baseball’s midsummer classic.

For me, it is the high-water mark of summer. I vote online and try to be as objective as a Yankees fan can be. Then I sit back and wait for the game. This year I’ll watch with something quite special at my side. More on that in a sec.

Soccer Is Boring

Once again this World Cup I have tried to get excited about soccer (don't call it football). I still prefer to watch paint dry.

I’ve tried to like it. I’ve pretended to like it.

Go Chrome!

If it wasn’t for horse racing–and Van Varner–I probably never would have come to Guideposts.

I’ll be pulling for California Chrome in the Belmont Stakes tomorrow to be the first horse to win the Triple Crown since Secretariat in 1976.

Wait. This is Guideposts and you’re talking about horse racing?

Well, I didn’t say I was going to put a bet down. But if it wasn’t for horse racing I probably never would have come to Guideposts.

Why Mom Didn't Really Care About Mother's Day

It was a spiritual act, a practice of humility, a way for my mother to say that even in our humblest choices we can honor God.

My mother was not a particularly big fan of Mother’s Day, at least not personally. She thought it was silly to honor her for something she considered a sacred honor in and of itself: motherhood.

My Gratitude List

Today I am truly grateful for the crisp bright May morning when the sun cuts through the spring chill...

I try to maintain a gratitude list to remind myself amidst life’s daily challenges of the abundance of blessings I am prone to take for granted.

It’s been hard to find much to be grateful about this brutal winter but for its end. I have to say, though, that today I am truly grateful for the crisp bright May morning when the sun cuts through the spring chill to remind me that the liberation of summer is coming.

Edward Grinnan is Editor-in-Chief and Vice President of Guideposts Publications. Edward lives in New York City with two blondes—his wife, Julee, and Golden Retriever, Millie, who has been featured in his blog and popular videos. Edward loves cycling, hiking with Millie at his house in the Berkshire Hills and Wolverines that hail from Michigan.

If you need a little boost of inspiration, pick up a copy of Edward's book The Promise of Hope: How True Stories of Hope and Inspiration Saved My Life and How They Can Transform Yours.

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