Canada tour
Discovering the love of God has ever been a true source of healing. After surviving the suicide of my son Micah, I have become a “travelling author”. Between years 2001 to 2005, from coast to coast, I have walked the streets of more than three hundred Canadian cities to bring comfort to thousands of people who have been wounded and scarred by the many difficulties of life.
However, what I saw beyond the magnificent sunsets on the silver waters of the Atlantic, what I drifts over the never-ending fields of wheat, what made my senses vibrate like the Ojibway's tom-tom, what came to my spirit at the top of the high mountain peaks in the West… is that my vast country is sick at heart.
Thousands of faces stream by in my head, thousands of stories of suffering, of grief, and of suicide, living in my memory. Because of this tragedy, the death of my own son, and because of the choice I made to talk about it and to turn towards others, we have become members of the same family. I had wanted to break the barriers of language, of political prejudice, break the barriers of my own misery in order to take the hand of my neighbour. And I will never regret it.
I looked death in the face every day of my long journey. I saw it every day in the eyes of parents and young people who suffer the loss of their loved ones. I looked death in the face and saw that everything crumbles before it. There is no consolation, no religion, no philosophy that can place a balm on the wound it inflicts. There is only one way to deal with the cold face of death and that is to look into the loving face of God.
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