By 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.

Big Mama Mary

Jesus had been a boy like me. And he loved his mother as hungrily as I Ioved mine.

There’s been a lot in the press this week about the fiftieth anniversary of the New York’s World’s Fair.

You all remember that, right? Everyone went. At least everyone of a certain age. It was a generational thing.  Little Boomers being towed by the Greatest Generation for a look at what the future held.

Sure Signs of Spring

For me Holy Week is when I do my spiritual spring cleaning...

Sorry, friends, but I have no time to blog today. Spring cleaning. After the brutal winter up here in the hills, the house needs some extra attention.

Next week is Holy Week, another sure sign of spring. For me Holy Week is when I do my spiritual spring cleaning, try to purge myself of anything that would stand between me and the miracle of Easter Sunday.

Forgiving the Unforgivable

I’d never prayed for such a thing, to forgive a Pekinese. This was a first.

I picked up the phone on my desk after checking the caller I.D.

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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