by Ruth Pabon
Something about how I felt when I visited a person at the hospital would slowly reel me into the life of hospital chaplaincy.
I would pass the small hospital chapel and stop to pray for those people I was visiting. I found solace in the plain simple room with one stained glass frame of praying hands. Watching the chaplains come and go, I told myself, “one day I will be working here as a chaplain.” I had no idea what that entailed, but after all the ministry I had done, in a way, it would be a relief.