Grateful.

The text for Sunday was a familiar one for me. Ten men with a skin disease that kept them separated from everyone but themselves called out to Jesus. “Have pity on us,” they said. Jesus didn’t touch them, didn’t talk with them, didn’t teach them, didn’t comfort them. He said, “Go show yourselves to the […]

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emotional Jesus.

A couple hours after I write this, I’m heading to the hospital. I’ll be walking the halls, talking to staff. I’ll be showing up in the ER about the same time as the person coming from the crash or the person fearing a stroke or the person terrified about the baby that stopped moving. I […]

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A small prayer in a big Monday.

I spend Sunday at the hospital, as I do most Sundays. I visit a room after a patient has died. She received remarkable care but her body was done working. During the time between her arrival, which I saw, and her death, our staff worked night and day to provide respect and care and answers. […]

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Reminding myself to remember.

I’ve been having troubles remembering names recently. I’m working on refocusing. But I realized that you and I probably need the lessons from this post from a few years back. +++ Awhile back I talked about a story James Bryan Smith tells about Rich Mullins. He says that during one of his tours, Rich Mullins would spend […]

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