Several years ago, after a difficult congregational meeting, I sat alone in an empty church parking lot long after everyone else had gone home. The meeting itself had not been dramatic. No one shouted. No one stormed out. Yet as…
Some wounds are spiritual before they are emotional
There are nights in disaster shelters when the exhaustion becomes almost physical in the air. You can feel it hanging over rows of cots and folding chairs long after midnight. Volunteers move more slowly. Children finally fall asleep. Coffee grows…