Bang in the middle of it all. That’s
where the hospital chapel is. With doors wide open for the tears, the sighs of
exhaustion, the hearts filled with gratitude, the searching souls.
When I walk past the beautiful chapel, I am filled with
respect for this hospital. Respect for those who positioned the chapel in the
centre. For those who know that the ministry must extend to the soul. That help
is limited and hope eternal.
The last time I went though, I had little time for uplifting
thought or soul-searching. I was too busy shushing, scolding and watching over
my two-year-old.
“Suffer the little children to come unto me.” - and we
faithfully obey. But what after?