It's not for the gaping wound of pride but for the small cuts and scrapes of pride that I need to have regular check-ups with the Divine Physician.
We all need a savior, but few of us are willing to really admit our need for him.
Every diagnosis from a chronic, manageable illness like diabetes or Crohn's disease to a life-limiting diagnosis of chronic heart failure or cancer challenges us to grieve.
Jesus welcomes the lost son home happily with a feast, finds the lost coin with rejoicing, and takes back the lost sheep with joy. Jesus's mercy is abundant, and our goal is to imitate that absurdly abundant mercy to one another.
We are each surrounded by a communion of saints, living and deceased, in our daily lives. We are never fighting the battle alone, however much it may feel like it.
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.
Yet even Jesus, all-powerful, all-mighty, all-knowing Jesus, let go of His life into the Father's hands.