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Category: Practice
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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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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…
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Singing Together Does Something Singing Alone Does Not
I remember sitting in a small, drafty chapel during my third year as a chaplain, watching a professional choir attempt to carry a service…
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Repeated Words Carry You When Your Own Fail
I remember sitting in a dimly lit hospice room during a particularly brutal winter, watching a man struggle to find breath between the heavy,…
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Tradition Is the Accumulated Judgement of People Who Also Tried
I remember sitting in a cramped, sterile hospital room at three in the morning, holding the hand of a man who had lost everything…
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A Community That Fears Questions Produces Fragile Belief
I remember sitting in a dimly lit hospice room twenty years ago, the smell of antiseptic and stale lilies hanging heavy in the air,…
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Doubt Handled Honestly Strengthens What Survives It
I remember sitting in a sterile, dimly lit room in the oncology ward, the smell of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air, listening to…
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Dryness Is a Season, Not a Verdict
I remember sitting in a cramped hospital room in the late nineties, the smell of antiseptic thick enough to taste, listening to a man…
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Disagree About the Idea, Not the Person
I remember sitting in a cramped, windowless hospital breakroom years ago, listening to the low, vibrating hum of a heated argument between two nurses…
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A Good Leader Talks Least
I remember sitting in a drafty hospital corridor late one Tuesday, listening to a young man try to “facilitate” a conversation with a grieving…