I can’t remember what it feels like to not be in pain. It’s been years since I’ve had the energy of a healthy person. The litany of physical symptoms that rage war in my body daily are a result of…
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…
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.
During this arduous journey, my current church and my former church have been the Church for me in countless ways, both tangible and imperceptible.
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.
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.
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.
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.