I remember a time while at Methodist Hospital in Rochester awaiting word on the surgical outcome of our daughter, my husband and I decided to get a bite to eat. The food court was especially crowded, but a couple about our age invited us to sit with them at their table. We lunched and chatted together. The woman, a pleasant woman with a friendly smile, was to have a mastectomy the following day. We could sense their concern and trepidation, and although, we had not spoken of spiritual matters, my husband asked if we could pray with them. They agreed. Read More