klonk wrote:It is not the environment for everyone. A buddy of mine, a Christian priest, is okay with that environment, but it is uppermost in his mind that your past is only your prolog. You never really end. I have gone with him to help him conduct the weekly memorial service he holds at a care facility. Every week, those patients who are left gather to honor those who have left. I begged off after a while. I would look around for familiar faces and realize... Oh.
I wouldn't mind praying with them for a few hours every day, feeling good about myself while doing it, being far removed from the actual suffering and day to day struggles. One of my highlights at my old workplace was to get down on my knees when I was done with a lady's care and say a short prayer with her sitting in an armchair. A small break. It seemed like she valued it more than anything else I've done for her.