A Day in the Life of a Chaplain


I have been involved in ministry my whole life. I was raised in a pastor’s home and my husband and I have been in ministry for thirty-five years. We have pastored or evangelized throughout these years, but I found my personal calling when I became a chaplain. 

Not everything I do would be considered spiritual. I love to talk with people, hear their stories, comfort them, laugh with them and sometimes just sit with them. I have held the hands of the dying patient, sang to them, swabbed their drying lips, wiped the tears of family members and prayed at many bed sides. I enjoy distracting the agitated or redirecting those that are confused with an activity, a walk or a song. 

I have stopped at a nurses cart and prayed quietly with them when I know they are having a particularly rough day. I have listened to many stakeholders that are having difficulty at home and have no one else to talk to. I have rejoiced with them when they have good news and they need a cheering section in their life. 

All these come as a joy to me because I am reminded that I am His hands and feet. I am humbled and honored to serve this community as their Chaplain and friend.