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Part 1: Mel, Mel Quite the Reb-el, How Does Your Garden Grow? (opens the original)
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I’ve rebelled against my desire to die for years now. Sad but true. One day a few months ago, even after three years of beautiful healing and a personal transformation, my daughter looked at me and said, “You're a tortured soul my dude.” We all laughed and I agreed that she was right—a person does not come out of wanting to die most of their adult life unscathed. It leaves its scars. There are remnants, and sometimes no matter how much I have healed, dark thoughts seize my mind. The difference b
A Prayer For The First Day (opens the original)
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Today is my first day as a hospice chaplain. I’ve had many first days, but this day is the first day I enter a job with more emotional health and stability than I have ever had, and I praise God for it. And yet, I am me, and my body is what it is—I only got three and a half hours of sleep last night. So I thought of all the others out there on their first day. Here is a prayer for us.Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGracious God, This morning I
Silence by Shūsaku Endō (opens the original)
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I began to write my thoughts on the book Silence by Shūsaku Endō in April. I just finished reading a copy that was gifted to me around that time. I had watched the movie years before with my husband and thought it was excellent, but the beauty and spirit of the movie cannot match the feelings the book conveys to the reader. These feelings must be read and considered, and cannot possibly be portrayed on an actor’s face, no matter how good they are.My husband and I were missionaries for 10 years i
Keeper Of The Land (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedKeeper Of The Land, I imagined your last breath was filled with memories on your farm. You walked out on your wooden porch and filled your lungs with damp, earthy air while sipping black coffee from that old mug of yours. The sun rising in the east, you turned to face it and closed your eyes, Then walked out and greeted the chickens and watched the few cows you have graze and swish their tails in contentment. You were conten
From Hospital to Hospice (opens the original)
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A year ago, when I was a youngling Chaplain—bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to dig in—I wanted to be a hospice chaplain. Shortly after I began working in the hospital, I found I liked the energy of being a part of a big system. I thrived on the variety a large hospital a to offer. I listened to chaplains more experienced than I was tell me that the hospital was a better fit for a new, eager chaplain. I think it’s clear from most of the poems I’ve written that my chaplain gift is death car
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