After eight years of marriage, we had bad problems. A lot of drinking and parties had destroyed our trust in each other. Our marriage was at the point of breaking up. It was so bad, Liz was thinking about ending her life.
I kind of thought about it, too, but I was scared. There did not seem to be any way out for us.
Then something happened to Liz that gave us both hope.
I was born and raised in Cormorant, a small Native community along the railroad in northern Manitoba. The Bible was never read in our home, but we did go to church once in a while. My parents figured as long as we went once a y...
