by Prasanta Verma | Oct 1, 2022 | Faith and Culture
The poem “Mourners” by Ted Kooser,1 about folks meeting at a funeral, ends with the following lines: They came this afternoon to say goodbye, but now they keep saying hello and hello, peering into each other’s faces, slow to let go of each other’s hands. In this poem,...
by Lisa Appelo | Oct 1, 2022 | Faith and Culture
I’ve always been a crier—the one who teared up at a sappy movie or tearjerker book ending, at sweet moments and frustrating disappointments. But I never knew a body could cry so many tears until my husband died suddenly. There had been no notice, no sign that anything...
by Amber Riggs | Oct 1, 2022 | Faith and Culture
The helplessness hurt my heart. My best friend’s healthy 39-year old husband had been sick for less than a week when Covid landed him on life-support. He’s a pastor with a young family. Surely God will heal him. Thousands of us prayed. Days later, a helicopter flew...
by Aubrey Sampson | Jun 1, 2021 | Faith and Culture
I sit on a black leather couch next to my husband, Kevin, in our grief-counselor’s office. A box of Kleenex rests on a small coffee table in front of us, and one of those framed pieces of coffee-shop art—a black and white photograph of rough-hewn hands holding coffee...
by Amy Davis Abdallah | Jun 1, 2021 | Faith and Culture
I’ve started lighting a candle every time I lose something. Not when I lose something like my keys or cell phone. I light a candle when I face the kind of loss that causes grief—from the seemingly insignificant grief of the loss of time with friends during a pandemic...