I worked as a hospital chaplain for a season. Our job was to tend to the spiritual matters of people facing the various kinds of suffering a hospital holds.
One day, our team was grappling with how to care for a woman who was the sole survivor of a tragic car crash. In desperation, someone voiced what we were all feeling.
“What are we even supposed to do when we meet with her?”
The room went silent. The heaviness of grief this woman was facing struck us. Words seemed unable to comfort. Actions felt hollow. What do you do when you walk into a room and a wave of grief, pain and sadness slams into you?
No one had what seemed like an adequate answer. After some silence, someone said: “When you aren’t sure what to do, choose love.”