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Sacred Stories | Forgivenes



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“You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.” - Psalm 86:5




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I can still remember my first visit with him as a hospice chaplain. My patient had recently learned he was dying and had chosen hospice care.
When I first met this tall but gentle giant I inquired about his life. He recounted his experiences as an infantry soldier in Vietnam. He served two tours to Vietnam and earned two bronze stars for heroism in battle.  As he shared, his gaze shifted off into the distance;  I could tell something was troubling him. My patient turned to me and asked with tears beginning to well up in his eyes, “Do you think God can forgive me for what I did in Vietnam?” 
I felt tears begin to form in my eyes as I shared that I was also a part-time Army Reserve chaplain and a former enlisted soldier who fought in Afghanistan several years ago. I shared my own experience of healing and forgiveness. I shared the story of  king David and the passage in Psalm 86:5, “You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.” 
After I shared, my patient looked at me and stated, “I’ve been waiting since I came home from Vietnam to hear that. It feels good to be forgiven!” Before leaving, my patient showed me his medals from Vietnam and an article in the local paper, detailing  his military service. As I departed,  I asked if I could render him a salute. He humbly accepted my offer. He walked a little lighter and a bit taller that day and during the next several weeks before this gentle giant and American hero died with honor and forgiveness.
Submitted by Josiah Hoagland


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Questions for Reflection
Reflect on a time that someone offered you forgiveness. How did that act of compassion change your perspective?
How might you extend grace or greater understanding to yourself?


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Sacred Stories | Prayer Shawl



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"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them" - Matthew 18:20




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At our facility, we cared for Rod (name changed) for a couple of decades, as he endured many surgeries and procedures. 
Rod finally decided his body could no longer fight, and he requested comfort care. So many on our staff had worked with Rod and knew him. He had become part of our hospital family, and our staff was grieving. 
To allow time for our staff to say goodbye to Rod, with his permission, I arranged a prayer shawl ritual. Our staff wheeled Rod in his hospital bed to the window by our meditation room, where he was surrounded by nearly 50 members of his family—both his birth family and his adoptive family, the facility staff. 
People from Pre-op, OR, Inpatient Care and Ancillary Services visited. There were doctors, nurses, laboratory techs, RTs and more. There were people who were working their shifts, and people who came in on their day off. There were even people who had left the organization but came back just for this. 
The space was made where people could engage in their healing in whatever way was right for them. We each had the opportunity to hold the prayer shawl and express whatever was right in the moment. Some prayed silently, others prayed aloud. Some prayers were Christian, others were not. Some offered words of encouragement, others offered their emotional goodbyes. Through it all, God's healing presence was made known not just to Rod and his family, but to our staff. 
Rod's life came to an end the next day, and his family asked me to lead them during his funeral service, which I agreed to do. 
I believe that our care for Rod is a testimony to the commitment we have to our patients, that we are people who see our patients as people with whom we can develop personal connections. Our mission statement emphasizes caring, especially for those who are vulnerable, and I believe we do that most authentically when we engage with our own vulnerability individually and collectively. What a treat it was to see that on display.
Submitted by Nosheen Rafique


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Questions for Reflection
When was the last time a patient or colleague made a positive impact on you?
In what ways can challenges and hardship help us to live out our mission?


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Sacred Stories | Stringed Release



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Like good stewards of the manifold grace of God, serve one another with whatever gift each of you has received. - 1 Peter 4:10




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Today was going to be a good day. The patient was on the road to recovery and felt fine as he looked out the window, the skies filled with the promise he felt in his heart.
Without warning, his hopes shattered. Something was terribly wrong in his body, and he didn’t understand. Doctors were at work, but it was an irreversible problem. Not only would he not live through the day, he would likely not survive another 60 minutes.
Family members dashed into the patient’s room to say their goodbyes. The chaplain came to offer support. The patient could barely speak, but his brother relayed a message to the chaplain: “Please, find a guitar player. My brother loves the guitar and if he’s going to die, he wants to die to the sound of a guitar.”
The doctor told the chaplain to hurry. The man had very little time. 
I’m a maintenance man at the hospital. I fix things for a living. But, in my spare time, I play the guitar, and I play in the band at my church. 
I saw the chaplain hurrying toward me. He asked me to bring my guitar and play for a dying man I had never met. I looked at him as if he was out of his mind. “I’ll find you a good guitar player,” I offered.
“It’ll be too late; this man is dying now,” the chaplain replied. I heard a passage from Matthew inside my head: “Truly I say to you, inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these my brothers, you have done it to me.” With the conviction of the Lord upon my heart, I agreed to play.
I got my guitar, which I keep at the hospital because I stop in the chapel before work to play. It’s my way of honoring the Lord.
I went to the patient’s room. I didn’t even know his name. I played, “Came to My Rescue,” and then, “Draw Me Close,” and the man passed away.
The family thanked me and said, “He waited for you.” They said he refused to die until the guitar player came. Until this point, I thought I was to use my skills here as a maintenance man. God called on me to use the musical talents he gave me to help someone else. I now know he wants me to use all of my talents. It was one of the greatest gifts I have received.
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Questions for Reflection
Can you think of a time when you were called upon to do something outside of your job description? Did you hesitate or did

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Sacred Stories | A New Friend



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“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” - Henry David Thoreau



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I volunteered to work the day shift on Christmas Day because we were short-staffed. I was a little sad to leave my children and go to work. But, during my hour-long drive to work, I decided that I would make this a cheerful day and help my patients to not feel sad about being in the hospital on Christmas. I knew that they, too, would rather be at home with their families.
Most of the patients were in cheery moods, greeting the nurses with, “Merry Christmas!” However, one patient was just plain crabby. I did what I could to make her comfortable and opened the curtains so she could see the white, fluffy snowflakes gently falling outside. But, she remained crabby.
About 5:30 p.m., the dietary aides brought her supper. When I went to help her set up her tray, she complained that she didn’t like any of the food. I told her I could arrange for another tray, or I could go to the galley and make her some chicken noodle soup. She decided that she would like the soup.
When I returned with her warm bowl of soup and crackers, she thanked me and said, “I don’t know why you have been so nice to me all day when I have been nothing but crabby.” I told her, “I know that you don’t want to be here, especially on Christmas, so I was trying to make it a good day for you.”
She began to cry. She told me that her only son had died, she had lost her husband recently and that this was her first Christmas alone. We gave each other a hug, and I sat and listened to her.
I left work thankful that I had a family to go home to - and that I had made a new friend that Christmas Day.
Shared from the Sacred Stories Archive - Originally Published December 8, 2021


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Question for Reflection
When was the last time you “looked through the eyes of another” and gained a renewed sense of empathy?




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Sacred Stories | Lights for Timothy



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“As you know, we treated each one of you as a father treats his children.” - 1 Thessalonians 2:11




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The glorious Christmas holiday was approaching. I was the charge nurse on a medical/surgical unit during a particularly challenging shift. Two team members approached me, and upon hearing what
they had to say, I understood why their facial expressions told a story of sadness.
We had a pediatric patient, Timothy, who was gravely ill and could not talk. But his smile and bright eyes rewarded our caring efforts and strengthened the bond we developed with him. We discussed the situation with Timothy’s mother; to cheer him, special Christmas decorations were placed in his room. We worked with our facility team to ensure this was safe, and acquired permission from the CEO, which he did not hesitate to give.
Timothy’s family and the nursing team were ecstatic when they heard the news.
In our hospital, we send cards to individuals who make extra efforts to meet patient needs. When I suggested we send one to our CEO, the nursing team was in complete agreement, and thanked him for making a little boy’s Christmas special. Later, the CEO told me it was the first time he had received a gratitude card, and it brought tears to his eyes and joy to his heart.
That was Timothy’s last Christmas on Earth. The joy he brought to his family and the nursing team will never be forgotten, nor will the impact he had on a chief executive officer. Mission-driven holistic patient care is truly a collaborative effort.
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Questions for Reflection
Has there been a time when you considered and requested an exception on behalf of a patient? What was the impact of that choice?
The CEO was moved by the formal recognition he received. How can you show appreciation to your leaders when they go above and beyond?





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Sacred Stories | Do You Remember Me?



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Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. - Hebrews 13:2



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I have been a nurse for over three decades. I believe I make a difference in the lives of my patients and their families. I have many stories, but one in particular is very dear to my heart.
Several years ago, I had the opportunity to work with a teenage boy, Josh. He was involved in a motor vehicle accident and sustained a traumatic brain injury. When Josh was admitted to rehabilitation, he was very confused and agitated, with an extremely short attention span. His parents were loving, caring and supportive.
As he went through rehabilitation, I was concerned that many of the deficits caused by Josh’s injury might not be resolved, and that his recovery would require many years. Josh was so young, and his journey had barely begun.
Months went by. One day, I received a letter with an invitation to Josh’s graduation. In the letter, he thanked me for everything I had done for him. I remembered what his parents said to me on the day of his discharge from rehabilitation: “This has been the hardest thing we have had to do and we hope that no one else ever has to endure this, but if they do we hope that you will be there to help them on their journey to recovery.” Josh still had cognitive deficits, and my heart was heavy because I knew he might never fully recover.
Years went by. Then, last Christmas, a young man approached me and asked if I remembered him. “What’s your name?” I asked. He handed me a card that read “Officer Joshua Jones.” My mouth fell open. I hugged him tightly and told him how proud I was of him. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I couldn’t have made it this far without your help. I think of you and your words of encouragement often. Thank you so much.” This, I thought, is the best Christmas gift I could have received.
Every day, nurses care for the sick, and it can be difficult work. It is much easier to heal bruised skin than bruised souls, but through compassion, laughter and hugs we can make a big difference in a patient’s recovery. My heart is filled with the many thanks I have received from patients and by these simple words: “I’m glad you’re my nurse today.”
Shared From the Sacred Stories Archive




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Questions for Reflection
We send many patients home with heavy hearts, not knowing what the final outcome will be. Are you carrying particular p