It's what I do.
When one of our beloved flock are nearing death, we live in dread of the next phone call or text. That’s the way it is for clergy.
When the call comes, our carefully planned day or day off drops to the bottom of the priority list. The dreaded communiqué and our response disrupts schedules and family time. Yet we don’t complain. This is the job. We respond in love without resentment. That’s how it is when you’re called by the Divine. Though I don’t exactly find joy in this aspect of my work, I have a sense of satisfaction and peace in being with families.
I also feel a private sense of grief. Always.
