A man once asked Jesus, “Who is my neighbor?” In reply, Jesus told the parable of the Good Samaritan. Anyone who shows mercy to another is a neighbor.

Throughout my father’s lifetime, he lived in Slovakia, France, Brazil, and America. Yet, as he grew older, for a number...

My Dad loved sports, but by the time I really knew him, he had been a skid row alcoholic for some 35 years and his involvement was reduced to watching television heroes. He used to come to my Junior football games as a kid but only sit in his white cargo van and “beep,...

Hi my name is John, I was once caught in the vicious trap of addiction for 18 years of my life. Let me walk you through what things took me there. Honestly, I never imagined I would be an alcoholic, thug, or a dope head. The pain that fueled my addictions started when...

I have realised that it’s the little things, that my dad did for me that means so much. As I get older, I am beginning to appreciate and recognise those little things, those little acts of love.

During the summer holidays when I was a child, I went through a phase when...

The best encouragement I can think of for myself and other dads is forgiveness.

The most precious gift God can give a man is his family.  He blessed me with two boys talented to play baseball. God gave me wisdom and time to manage their baseball teams while they played...

Thank you John for making this film so people can better understand how important the dads are and which huge role and impact they have on their children’s future. Their presence, the time spent together, the words and attitude towards their children will determine how...

When asked to write a blog post regarding encouraging men in my life, I wondered who it should be, and would I be able to do that person the justice they so richly deserve.

I have had the honor of meeting wonderful, encouraging, and inspirational men throughout my life,...

My Father was a man of few words. However, I never doubted His for me; because, he demonstrated by working very hard to provide and to protect us.  He would get up very early in the cold, freezing weather to put wood into the stoves and light the fire.  We awoke every...

Dad died in 1987 aged 64 years. I am now 70 years old. I still miss him.

Now imagine this – imagine for a moment he wrote me from Heaven and the letter arrived in the mail today. In it he wrote:

Stephen, I miss you too. Even when I was dying, I failed to tell you I love...