He eased her to the ground, held her head in his lap, and asked for someone to call an ambulance. Then he spoke quietly to soothe the woman until help arrived.
My eyes filled up and I wanted to sob, but I realized I was supposed to be the helper, so I swallowed back the feelings and went to work.
I learned that the most powerful thing to happen in the pulpit does not come from eloquence or charisma, but from connecting with the people and feeling what they feel.
Every time I sit down to write, my anxieties flood through my mind and make it hard to concentrate. I've been meditating a bit before I start, and I decided to write down my thoughts: Step Into the Storm It roars Square your shouldersLet it blow Breathe Move forward Step into it The debris collides with you … Continue reading Step Into the Storm
She acknowledged that her time was short but insisted that she would not be dying on Christmas Day....
A few days ago, many Christians observed Ash Wednesday service. It’s a pivotal day between Christmas and Easter when Christians get serious with their self examination. The clergyperson uses ashes mixed with oil and makes the sign of the cross on the forehead of the participant, accompanied by the words, “From dust you came. To … Continue reading Ash Wednesday, Mass Shooting, and Valentines
I loved being a minister. The job fed my soul and drained it at the same time. I don’t think I can go back. I want to try to explain but it’s going to take some time. The following is just one of the reasons I’m done. The minister helps people cope with death. I’ve … Continue reading Death and Dry Bones