I blogged recently about my feat of great UNcoordination, and tearing my medial meniscus. How I learned to stop trying to “walk it off” and actually get medical attention. I know. Radical. Well, the lesson has been a slow (and yes, painful) process of learning to listen. Listen to my body. Listen to my pain … More Reflections on Rehab
Today during our Hospice team meeting, we stopped at the 10 o’clock hour to honor the lives lost in Parkland, Florida just two weeks ago. Just two weeks… I re-lit our memorial candles to read the 17 names. After two or three names, I could not go on. So I passed the paper to a … More et lux perpetua…
I have to be honest. This pastor’s Christmas joy was a little flat this year. But inspire of how I felt, there was a lot of joy in the middle of the mess. This Advent opened in a true Spirit of anticipation. I was aware of my own sense of waiting and longing. It collapsed around … More Christmas in the Emergency Department
Last Sunday, I preached from the book of Amos, and talked about the unlikely messengers who bring us hard words from God. I reminded the congregation that if we only dwelled in the message bearer, we could miss God’s Words to us. In a fit of honestly, I admitted I often look at the … More Bunnies and Coloring and Hymns of the Heart
Over at RevGalBlogPals I wrote a thing… you can find it here (but here’s a sample…) Without subsidies, they will not be able to afford to keep him at home. His daughter shrugged and said that it will end up costing the government more to put him in a nursing home, because he has no … More Healthcare: Who will pay?
I have learned a difficult lesson in my work as a chaplain. It is one borne out of walking with others who are hurting or have hurt others… and there are times I would love to share the lessons learned, or the take-aways for me, personally. But, the problem is, it’s not MY story to tell! … More It’s not my story to tell…
Almost three years ago, I walked into this office. Friday afternoon, I put the last paperclip, pen, and stapler into office relocation bins. I was a little teary, and it surprised me. I scolded myself. “Really. This is no big deal.” And yet, it is. The office movers arrive on Saturday, and on Monday morning, … More You say Goodbye… I say Hello