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Author: Alasdair Renwick-Hale
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Popular Practice Often Outran Official Teaching
I remember sitting in a dim hospital chapel years ago, watching a woman press her forehead against a small, glass-encased fragment of bone with…
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Different Traditions Draw the Line Differently
I remember sitting in a dim hospital corridor late one Tuesday, listening to a young man weep because he felt the scriptures he’d been…
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Following Orders Never Transferred Responsibility
I remember sitting in a cramped, sterile consultation room late one Tuesday night, the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee hanging heavy in the…
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How You Treat Someone Leaving Is Watched Closely
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room in the late nineties, watching a man stare at a half-empty cup of tea as if…
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Attention Is the Most Expensive Thing You Can Give
I remember sitting in a sterile, fluorescent-lit room in the oncology ward, the smell of antiseptic clinging to my sweater, listening to a man…
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Walking Somewhere Slowly Was the Point
I remember sitting in a cramped hospital waiting room years ago, listening to a young man describe his plan to walk the Camino, his…
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Reporting Harm Usually Costs the Reporter Most
I remember sitting in a dimly lit hospital corridor late one Tuesday, listening to a man describe the hollowed-out feeling in his chest after…
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Most Festivals Absorbed What Came Before
I remember sitting in a cramped hospital waiting room during a particularly bitter February, watching a family try to maintain some semblance of a…
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Forgiveness Is Not the Same as Restored Position
I remember sitting in a dimly lit hospice room late one Tuesday, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and unsaid apologies. A…
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Arriving Rushed Costs the First Twenty Minutes
I remember sitting in a drafty parish hall twenty years ago, watching a well-meaning committee member obsess over the exact shade of linen for…