My wife is studying to be a chaplain. She spends many hours comfortably talking to many different people. She talks to convicts at Attica Penitentiary, she works at the AIDS clinic at the county medical center, she eats lunch with gay couples at the Drop-in Center on Elmwood Avenue. Many of these people are in the throes of death, are down and out, and have been left behind or shunned by society. They are the dregs, the invisible. My wife sees through all that and treats them with respect and dignity. She gives them her time and her ears, does not judge them and hopes that after she leaves they feel touched by God’s grace.
I need to be more like that.