Yet, there is no greater freedom than finding yourself at the foot of the cross, in the place where you are afraid to wait, where uncertainty and fear abound. That place is holy.
It takes the tragic death of a good person to make us stop rationalizing and start sitting in the brokenness and pain of our human condition.
Before anything else, remember the basics: Airway, breathing, circulation. ABC. When it comes to spiritual care, I’ve learned to do the same. Always be compassionate. ABC.
Love, compassionate love, is why despite the heartaches, the heart breaks, the stumbling, the failures, the disappointments, the annoyances of dating, the everything, I am an absolute sucker for weddings.
As I recently told a young patient of mine, though we do not always get to choose our circumstances, we always have a choice in who we want to be. And we always have a choice to connect to one another or disconnect from one another.
As Jesus' hands and feet in the world today, we have a responsibility to our neighbor to be the vessel of mercy, the conduit of compassion, the outpouring of love. Disgust, disdain, and deluding ourselves into thinking we could never understand this other person leaves no room for love.
"But I like to think that as long as my heart is beating, that my lungs are breathing, that my body’s working that I have some sort of purpose in the world…even when I don’t know what it is.”