Hospital is one of those places in the world I didn’t want to go. After all, when I was training as a hospital chaplain, before doing daily rounds to my assigned ward and patient’s room, I would sip coffee at Starbucks. I needed a dose of courage and strength to get out of my shell. As a priest, I cannot make an excuse. It happened last Monday, on my day off. I was on the other side of town and someone was actively dying at Kino Hospital. Without questions asked, I left everything at the moment and cared for the person as best as I could. This isn’t something I need to hear from a Master in order to learn. It’s a Pastor’s instinct. It’s a play of the heart. It’s a game of love. When I got into the patient’s room, the glow of happiness on the daughter’s face was beyond words. It was a form of healing needing no scientific explanation. As soon as i greeted her Father with the words, “La gracia de Nuestro Senor Jesucristo, el amor del Padre y la communion del Espiritu Santo esten con vosotros” tears flowed from her eyes. Me, too. Amen.