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
I asked my patient, “How are you, my friend?” As his tired hand rested in mine. We have a history of many visits, Many hours, Many thoughtful words… “I’m dying, you know,” he said softly, His voice rough with the years Of hard work and prayer. “But it’s Ok. It’s Ok.” We sat in a … More A heart to heart talk
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…
Note: This is a reposting and expanded version of a Facebook post on a private page. It retells some of my own story to ordained ministry. (If you’re a regular blog reader, you can move on now…) I share this story because RevGalBlogPals is a small, grassroots 501(c)(3) organization and can use your support. Why do I … More Crossposting: Why I Need RevGalBlogPals
It’s a wrap. Not my first choice, but a necessity. My wisdom teeth are gone, and my mouth is beginning to forgive me. At least I can eat real food now! Carefully, mind you. And nothing too chewy. I realized mid-week that there were some lessons in this for me. I work with critically ill … More It’s a Wrap.
