Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around. — It is that time of the year again… there will be many viewings of Love Actually at my place in the next month (between writing papers, of course)
CLINICAL PASTORAL EDUCATION (CPE)
HOSPITAL CHAPLAIN: RESPONDING TO A CODE ON HOUR 23 OF A 24 HOUR SHIFT
This was me last Sunday.