Mental Illness and the Face of Christ

As I chatted with the church ushers in the sanctuary while they handed out bulletins before worship, we joked that I’d keep my eyes on them to get the signal for when to stop preaching. A gentleman in his eighties smiled and said, “please don’t babble on because then we start squirming in our seats.”Continue reading “Mental Illness and the Face of Christ”

A Rocking Chair, A Broken Chair 

The day before Thanksgiving my 94 year old grandmother had cancer surgery. With my smart phone I took pictures of her face immediately following the surgery and texted them to my physician siblings, typing, “See what they did to G-ma.” The surgery was proclaimed successful by the surgeon, despite the fact they had accidentally switchedContinue reading “A Rocking Chair, A Broken Chair “

Mental Illness and the Manger 

We are doing something new for our family this year. Thanks to a gift from my son’s Godmother, for each day of Advent, my six year old is hearing parts of the Christian story. Recently, the tiny ornament sized book titled “The Manger” told about the time long ago when a kind innkeeper led aContinue reading “Mental Illness and the Manger “