Holding Space
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Walking Shoes
Lisa was seated on the edge of her bed, back hunched with Parkinson’s, blue eyes teary and looking at me questioningly. Her voice was weak and she was struggling to communicate, but her eyes were sharp. “I’m Kara, the chaplain with hospice,” I introduced myself, trying to understand what she needed. When I couldn’t, she
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Don’t Just Do Something! Stand there!
I embarked on my contemplative journey on accident, on an airplane somewhere over Senegal. I was returning from the U.S. to complete my second year of teaching in Mozambique, on the southeast coast of Africa. Randy Harris was giving a lecture via my tiny mp3 player. Dr. Harris was a professor at Abilene Christian University
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