I never thought I would be important enough to wear a beeper, it is funny two days ago I had three on. Tonight, I have two. I have one pager that is specific to me, and the other is a general pager that the on-call chaplain carries. So when people need a chaplain at any hour of the night, they can page one, we have a chaplain on duty 24 hours a day at Methodist Hospital in Memphis. The exiciting part about being on call is that I never know what is comming, they tell us, "Eat when your hungry , sleep when you can, because you might get called at any time."
Last time I was on-call there were three death notifications, and various other things that weren't incredibly fun to help with. We see a lot of death working in the hospital, go figure, right... To help deal with this, we have been directed to write a letter to Death. The chaplains will all get together on Friday and read each other the letters. Thing is, I don't know what to say.
Dear Death,
How are you, how's your mom, remember years ago when we used to hang out, you know before they called you Death and you were just Communicable Disease?
I am curious, how do you hold your head when you deal with crossing the river styx?
3 comments:
Justin,
your sister in law loves your letter. Welcome to the oh so fun status of "being on-call." I think you have it as bad as Aric and I do!
I suggest if you have cable to watch Cartoon Network and see "the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy." Anna loves it and Grim is pretty funny considering the nice Jamaican accent he has.
Justin,
What a blessing to stumble across your blog. I am looking forward to reading some of your musings, and laughing too, :-)
Hey if you ever run into Justin Tedesco (however you spell his last name . . .) tell him to email me at restorationscholar@sbcglobal.net
If you get a chance stop by my blog. I may not be as exciting as some though. It is at http://stoned-campbelldisciple.blogspot.com/
Shalom,
Bobby Valentine
Southside Church
Milwaukee, WI
When I was studying psychology, I used to long for the days I could be cool enough to wear a pager. And then I got one. I wondered why I ever wanted one of those things in the first place. No where to run. No where to hide. I am glad to be free of my pager.
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