Category: Scripture

  • Fear and Grace

    Fear and Grace

    [Part 9 in Liz’s story of God’s calling her into inner city behavioral health care] For my undergraduate graduation, my college ministry group gave me a copy of When People are Big, and God is Small by Ed Welch. I took a look at the description on the back cover, which talks about people-pleasing and…

  • If I Have Not Love

    If I Have Not Love

    Not going to lie, I get jealous, and what I tend to get jealous of the most is the happiness of others.  A lot of it is inspired by Facebook; as someone with a lot of Asian friends, there are plenty of pictures of food in my feed, but there is also no shortage of…

  • Cheap Justice, Cheap Grace

    Cheap Justice, Cheap Grace

    [Originally written for the ESN blog.] In watching people die, I have come to better appreciate how much meaning people attach to a body and how death has a way of revealing our most elemental beliefs about what remains. I have talked to patients in their final moments, have shoved long needles into pulseless vessels,…

  • Can You Drink the Cup?

    Can You Drink the Cup?

    She said, “Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom.” “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” October 2005 found me bewildered, tearful, and dyspneic in a hospital bed.…

  • As If They Were Jesus

    “Let me love them with Your love, let me reflect Jesus to them…” I catch myself praying such prayers quite often – about my friends, family, church, patients, neighbors – I want to love with the love of Christ, to serve with His humility, and to touch with His healing. I image my love flowing…

  • Valentines and the Valley of Dry Bones

    Valentines and the Valley of Dry Bones

    Sunday, February 10th “Wait, you live there?” he asked, a little incredulous. “Yes…” “Do you know what kind of area that is?” “Yes,” I repeated myself, trying to suppress a smile. “It is… dangerous.” I stopped smiling. His expression became sharper. “Do you have kids?” “Um, no.” “Are you married?” “Um, no.” “Oh, okay. You’re…