For the last seven years, I’ve battled chronic pain and illness. A traumatic back injury in 2013 was only the beginning of what these years have held for me. Intense treatments and therapies with very slow results kept me hopeful…
Broken community in the face of pandemic: For me, social distancing is nothing new | #intimeslikethese
Millions are now experiencing the social distancing and isolation I have felt in the months following my kidney transplant. I hope they will also experience the kind of creative love and care my church offered me.
My 5-year wait on the kidney transplant list is nearly over. Two churches have carried me through
During this arduous journey, my current church and my former church have been the Church for me in countless ways, both tangible and imperceptible.
Anointed by the little hands of my 5 year old; sustained through my agonizing pregnancy by her faith
My at-risk pregnancy was physically and spiritually strenuous and often excruciatingly painful. It was the faith of our 5-year-old daughter that helped sustain me.
Ungida por las manos de mi niña de 5 años; sostenida por su fe durante mi embarazo agonizante
Mi embarazo de alto riesgo fue física y espiritualmente extenuante, y a menudo, terriblemente doloroso. Fue la fe de mi hija de 5 años lo que me ayudó a sostenerme.
What Chronic Back Pain Teaches Me About Pastoring
As a healthy, 37-year-old pastor, I confess that sometimes I struggle to relate to congregants with chronic illness and pain. That has changed.
I’m awaiting a kidney transplant. I care about our nation’s health care crisis. But churches should too
Like the majority of American Christians, for most of my adult life I had only a passing interest in this country’s health care crisis. Now, as I await a kidney transplant, personal experience has led me to care deeply about this issue. But I believe faith communities should care too.