Redux | Oliver Hoffmann
I died on the day of my ordination to the ministry. I was in an operating theater, at one of the better hospitals in downtown Phoenix, during the actual ordination ceremony when my heart stopped beating. So you could say I was ordained after the fact. If there was some kind of message in that, I obviously missed it, though the irony was not lost on me. I had studied with an eye toward interfaith chaplaincy and end-of-life care, previously […]
