“Poems from my mother’s scrapbook comforted me when I lost a loved one. And people like to be read to.”
Cora Kuhlman, “8 o’clocker,” who reads poetry at the bedside of a parishioner in hospice care.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
II Corinthians 1
• Do we leave pastoral care to individual efforts, instead of working as a congregation to bring Christ’s comfort to one another?
• How can we identify and respond to pastoral needs?
Cora Kuhlman, “8 o’clocker,” who reads poetry at the bedside of a parishioner in hospice care.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
II Corinthians 1
• Do we leave pastoral care to individual efforts, instead of working as a congregation to bring Christ’s comfort to one another?
• How can we identify and respond to pastoral needs?
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