David MacDonald Guestbook

I’ve been living in an apartment for 8 years. It’s an interesting place downtown with many characters who drink too much, and have subsidized rent and stuff. Then there are those of us who pay market value for the rent.

I had heard that every 5 years the Landlord is obligated to paint your apartment if you ask. So I went to our municipally supported C00P, mostly run be tree hugging folks who are pretty “on the left”, not that I like talking about philopsphy in terms of “right” and “left”.

Anyway, I spoke with the woman in charge, a young confident attractive person. She said, “we have no obligation to paint, and we provide that only if our budjet isn’t used up. Then we do it on an ‘as needed’ basis.”

I said “do those of us who pay rent have any precidence over those who don’t?” 

OOOOOPS!!! I couldn’t have said anything worse. Her face contorted up and she glared at me and said “do you think you’re better than the welfare mom, or the women who have trouble with alcohol?”

I didn’t want to get into the whole story about how I was a recovered alcoholic, and drug user, post abortive, same sex attracted, Harlem rap producer, and messed up guy who was set free in Jesus many years ago.

I didn’t think that would have helped matters much anyway. So I said “uhhh, I don’t know, I just thought that I might not get punished for being a good, stable, working, rent paying tenant for 8 years, while transient people get a paint job every time they move.”

She said curtly “We will  look at your apartment but will give preference to those who need it.” I left my name and number. As I walked out I tried to understand her level of anger. I suddenly realized for the first time, that I am a member of an new oppressed minority here in urban Canada. I appear to be a garden variety “straight, white, working male.” I think I’m going to have to write a song called “straight, white, working man”.

I guess her reaction is a compliment, I finally look like a normal upright citizen, who deserves to be punished for his good behaviour.

As we wind down another year, I can’t help but feel our present age is always hoping for a new beginning, but never willing to begin again. That leap of faith is so hard to take. Sometimes the radical shift is only in our hearts and other times it is in our life circumstances.  

This year was full of wonder. I saw the financial poverty and spiritual wealth of Christian India. I walked the beaches of Islamic Dubai, where it is illegal to hold Christian prayer meetings.  I witnessed the majesty of Scotland’s mountains where I could hear the echo of my ancestors playing the pipes and drums. I stood in English castles and imagined all that empire’s grandeur that has faded into desperation.

But above all, I could hear my heartbeat, the quiet dance of God’s gift to us all, the gift of life, a gift to one another. It is the echo of a tiny heartbeat in the womb of Mary 2000 years ago, which is still beating in you and me.

May your new year be filled with opportunities to live Christmas every day, where the love of our Saviour is born in your heart.

David MacDonald

I just had my first experience as a politician. It was a short lived career. But within 3 weeks I managed to put the prolife message in front of thousands of people through TV debates, radio Ads, YouTube, 10,000 flyers, 100 signs and a bunch of door to door cold calls.

Lord thank you for the opportunity to be a voice for your unborn. My final tally was 927 votes or about 1.94% of the electorate in my riding. It seems like not very many votes but it almost doubled the support of previous elections in the riding and was the second highest FCP of 83 FCP candidates in Ontario. Oh Lord help our little party of prolifers.

For antiquity sake I will keep my politics page on my web site but basically hidden from general view until the next time I get the courage to run. Except for this link: www.DavidMacD.com/provincial_election.html.

I learned a lot. Thank you so much to all who help put the word out. I especially appreciate John Pacheco and Susan Fortin for getting me into all this stuff, and Paul Lauzon, Chris Maurousky and the people at CLC and the donors who made this possible.

Blessings

David MacDonald

OK folks here we go… the cultural war in Ontario has begun, the war for the hearts of our children who are being force fed sex in our schools, the war for a province that has been beaten and battered by Hollywood writers and CNN newscasters.

There is not one candidate in Ottawa South who believes in the personhood of the unborn…except me…and that is why I’m there. You who believe in the sanctity of life need to be able to vote with a clear conscience. You need to be sure that your vote will not be used to help snuff out the life of another 45,000 unborn this year. You need to know that your vote will not help the Human Rights Commission ruin the free speech of people who speak their conscience, people of faith.

For the last 2 elections I wrote on my ballot “I reject my vote because there is no pro life candidate.” For those of you in Ottawa South who were going to do that… I say… now you have a choice… a real choice… Let’s send Dalton McGuinty a strong message in Ottawa South… we will not stand by as he funds the death of the children of this great province. We will rise up and defend them. 

You know these little shops that sell budget travel luggage? This stuff is garbage! When I was travelling in Europe the bag broke leaving me completely messed up…

CHAMP Luggage makes “Canadian made” luggage. No one there speaks either English or French very well (Canada’s official languages), they won’t tell you where the manufacturing plant is, and their “10 year warranty” is not the paper its written on. The supplier is called

“CHAMP CANADA”
2276 Chemin Francois,
Dorval (Montreal).
1-888-930-2222.

Bad stuff. All the inexpensive baggage shops in malls sell the product. It’s cheap, it breaks and the warranty is useless. They said I would have to drive to Montreal, (or ship it for a greater cost than the original baggage) then leave it there for 10 days, then they will weasel out of the warranty by saying its not a defect of manufacturing, then ask you to drive back there and pay for the repair that they didn’t do under warranty.  They treat you like garbage. I venture to say that they have not made one warranty repair since they began.

Samsonite, here I come…

The King of atheism has basically admitted defeat as far as I can see. He has pushed the theory that there is no such thing as God upon an intellectually lazy community of scientists and now he’s trying to jump ship and head off for space.  He’s one of the most brilliant men on the planet. His Big Bang theory may or may not be true.  But the one thing he doesn’t get is that if there was a Big Bang, then that Big Bang would have been created by God. Now the logical conclusion of his godless universe is nihilism.  I find it interesting that he’s basically agreeing with the book of Revelation. However, far from admitting the biblical conclusions to that discovery he thinks we can escape into space.

I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out that space is a hostile environment for humanity and that long-term sustained existence there is a pipe dream of a scientist who is clutching with intellectual pride to a position that can only be explained as barbaric. A position that the universe needs no God to explain its existence and the position that the universe needs no devil to explain the source of human selfishness.

I pray that this year has brought you closer to Calvary. This year has been a remarkable year for me in so many ways. I have been privileged to travel quite a bit with work and music. The world is so beautiful. I’m not sure why, at this time of my life, the Lord has chosen to show me so much.
Standing in sharp contrast to the beauty is a war for the hearts of the youth who are being spiritually, physically and emotionally ravaged in every nation that I’ve visited. But some great leaders are rising up from among them, and there is a stirring inside their hearts which gives cause for much hope.

The miracle for me is the brokenness I feel for the world. Something has shifted in me and this affliction of spirit I feel for others is a great gift. It is the gift of compassion, of concern, and a deep conviction to do whatever the Lord calls to help build his kingdom as we march onward toward our destiny. I don’t know where He will take me next but I pray that I will always say “yes.” For in that “yes” is eternity. May your New Year be filled with opportunities to live Christmas every day, where a love of the Saviour is born in your heart.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I got off the plane from in Tokyo (From Guam and Hawaii). Then on my way to Yokohama Japan and left my camera bag on the train. I have to forgive myself. I was wiped out tired and had to change cars. Total bummer because my camera battery and charger were in my bag and I was only in Japan for 2 days. I was really flustered about it and got up early the next day to try to replace it. I was running all over the shopping district of Yokohama. But all I could find were clothing stores. Suddenly it occured to me that I had not prayed in the morning. So I found a quiet spot and sat down to meditate and pray my Rosary, which I do every morning. I said “Lord Jesus, I’m sorry I forgot about you this morning. I know my day will go much better if I put you at its centre. You arrange my day your way. You do what you want with my camera situation. Let your will be done.” After a 25 minute prayer time I walked calmly back towards town.

I’m walking down the street of Yokohama and see a white lady, who I now call “Remarkable Rita” talking to a cool black music producer, who I later found out was Jimmy Paschal, and a Chinese woman who spoke French, English, Japanese. I ask them where a camera store is, so I can replace my battery. Well “Remarkable Rita” jumps on the phone and tracks down my lost bag and has it courriered to me. And all the time that was happening we are talking about God. I couldn’t believe how she tracked it down. Someone actually turned it in… which is way cool and unheard of in many North American cities. Remarkable Rita is a Psychologist who spends much of her time working for free to help the needy in the Japanese communities. Everybody knows her.You Rock Rita!

And even though my camera said the battery was dead, my camera continued to squeek out photos, and I took some great shots. A little miracle.

http://www.davidmacd.com/web_pages/scenic_photos.htm

The next day I pick up my camera bag from the delivery. They sent it overnight from Tokyo to Yokohama. Unfortunately, someone along the way kept my recharger. Oh well… I was glad to have the bag, and a bunch of other stuff that was in it.

That night I flew to New York from Tokyo and picked up a battery charger from a NY little shop on 34th St. And took some great shots of Times Square. Buddy at the store sold me a charger and battery for $200. And then gave me a bargain deal on a wide angle lens for $400 down from $645. Something told me I should shop around some more but I really wanted to shoot Times Square and I only had that evening to get night shots. So I bought it. I ended up in NYC for 2 days because my flight was delayed from weather.

When I got home to Canada I looked on the internet and the charger goes for $40, and the lens goes for $60. Ouch!!! I got burnt in NYC. I should know better after being in NYC for 5 years. Oh Lord forgive those who do not know what they do. And please forgive me for being an idiot.

All in all it was an amazing trip. Hawaii, Guam, Japan, New York and back home to Ottawa, Canada. Thank you for bringing me home safe. Thank you for all the ministry, and work with disabled persons that I was able to do. Thank you for amazing people like “Remarkable Rita” in Japan and Jimmy and the rest. Fill them with your blessings.

 But most of all thank you for being you. You are AMAZING!!!!

Here’s Jimmy and me on the streets of Yokohamma Japan. Jimmy was a session bass player in LA who moved to Japan several years ago. And has been doing some great stuff with artists on both sides of the Pacific ocean.

I’m sitting in a little house overlooking the Pacific ocean. I wonder why they called it “pacif-ic” it is hardly passive. It is wonderfully majestic. Tonight I spoke with youth and sang to them about Jesus. I pray that they get it but I can’t control that. I can only plant seeds. It’s been a great tour.

God is so incredible that he created this beautiful world with a zillion different shades of turquoise in the water. It’s been a great 3 weeks in Hawaii, Guam and next to Japan before going back to Ottawa, Canada,  my home.

Blessings

David

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