During the early days, I cried a lot. I cried as I pulled into the parking lot. I cried when I drove home. Half the time I didn’t even know why I was crying. All I knew was that the pain had to get out.
I didn’t know what to expect when I started interning as a hospital chaplain in the wake of the COVID pandemic. I knew there would be tears. I just didn’t expect that many.
For six months, my peers and I, guided under the gentle...
