Code Blue, by Betsy Toll

Code Blue, by Betsy Toll

On call as a hospital chaplain last weekend, I step in to say hello to a tender, grieving, middle-aged father in a darkened room, sitting at the bedside of his gravely ill 24-year old son, lying in a sedated sleep. It’s been six weeks like this, the father says...
A new year begins each day, by Betsy Toll

A new year begins each day, by Betsy Toll

Every day here on planet Earth is a full year past its own date a year ago. A whole new year begins every single day, yet there is nothing sacrosanct about that fact on any day. Every day holy, if we make it so. Every single day completes a year-long round and begins...
The Challenge of Peace in Time of War, by Betsy Toll

The Challenge of Peace in Time of War, by Betsy Toll

Though Betsy wrote this piece more than a decade ago, prompted first by the events that unfolded in this country on September 11, second by our indefensible invasion of Iraq, and generally by cultures of violence, a world continually at war, I find this short essay to...