Experiencing Holy Ground
As a young person it was difficult to imagine death; dying. Although suicide was a large part of my thought process, in my heart I did not want to die. Most of my life consisted of pain. Not physical pain but mental pain. Eventually I settled down. It was at this point that my life would be shaped by the people who faced death. My father was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had been a chronic alcoholic most of his life and when he was told he had six months to live, he asked the doctor for at least a year. One day, my father was taken to the hospital. The pain had reached the "crisis" point. Two of my sisters and a local pastor sat with him while I tried to patch the walls of his room, which was in ruins. I sewed curtains and cleaned. About 10:00 p.m. the ... Read Full Story >>
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- Mar 3, 2008
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