A classic story of redemption set in an emergency department and written by yours truly.
In my dreams.
Instead it is a book of many stories. Stories that will have you howling with laughter and heaving with sobs.
In the same paragraph.
My copy isnâ€™t autographed, but thatâ€™s okay. The author is invited to my house for Christmas dinner.
You see, Running Into the Arms of God was written by my brother-in-law.
Don’t tell Pat, but I read this book for the first time tonight.
Through hilarious stories of growing up in a family of nine kids (my hubby makes more than one appearance) and poignant stories of people whose lives he has crossed, Pat makes the case for “stories of prayer/prayer as story” but you will come away with so much more.
We pray without uttering a single sound or a word.
Prayer is in a father’s kiss, a glazed donut and the San Francisco skyline.
Prayer is in a tough kid’s smile, a baseball championship and the mysteriously decreasing height of a bench in India!
Although not a book about nursing, after you read it you will never practice nursing the same again.
You’ll care for the homeless and underneath the stench and grime you will see God.
You will never sit with a dying patient without noting that “…the line that seemingly separates life from death, despair from hope, suffering from joy” disappears before your very eyes.
You’ll find a prayer in every hand you hold, every brow you wipe, every pain you ease and every cup of coffee you hand to a waiting family member.
I’ve been praying for the last 28 years every time I crossed over the threshold of my hospital. I knew my calling to nursing had a purpose. I didn’t realize it was prayer.
I realize it now.
Do yourself a favor and buy yourself this book for Christmas. You deserve it.
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As a last note, I want you to know I can vouch for every single word of the family stories. I’ve been a member of the Hannon family for as long as I’ve been nursing and they are just as charmingly nuts as they sound in the book.
You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll laugh so hard you’ll cry! And then you’ll wonder how any of them got out alive!
And yes, my mother-in-law was a saint. She had to be!
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