When I was a new bright-eyed and idealistic nurse, I imagined a future full of connecting with people at their moments of greatest need. To be sure, there have been many brights spots in my career where this has been the case. Nursing can be beautiful and rewarding. What I didn’t know was that it
I can’t get the image of the huge cross erected at the capitol riot out of my head. The symbol of the cross is a reminder of the Righteous giving up His life for the unrighteous. Of a death meant to open a path of reconciliation between God and people, and people and each other.
On the individual level, shame has been recognized as a toxic emotion. People have been encouraged to throw off shame and to accept and embrace themselves. People in the LGBTQ community, tired of living under the banner of shame, reject it with great fanfare at the Pride parades. Pride is the opposite of shame. On
Advent. It’s a season full of rich symbolism and a message of deep, resounding hope for humanity. And it comes at just the right time – right in the middle of the darkest part of the year. The days are short and there never seems to be quite enough light – especially if, like me,
I didn’t expect her answer. I’d made a habit of asking my elderly patients and their spouses how long they’ve been married and what their secret to a long marriage is. Generally the answers are sweet, thoughtful, or a little cliche. Her’s was none of those things. Her husband of decades was lying in the
