I remember the halt as the ratcheting handbrake was yanked before the mouth of my family home. My 15-year-old self thought it was a dream to have a ute with as much character as Caden’s 4×4. The roar of the engine on any highway would dominate even a yelling conversation, so we rightly called the rusty, leviathan “Aslan”. It’s odd to think of how it was even possible to hear each other when Aslan’s mechanic …
Pastoral Care at Life’s End
I currently work as the Manager of Spiritual Care and the Centre Director for the Clinical Pastoral Education Centre at Austin Health in Melbourne. I’ve worked as a hospital chaplain for over 11 years now and, in that time, I’ve spent significant time ministering to patients and families at the end of life. I am always immensely grateful to be invited into this very intimate time in patients’ lives. End of life care, or “palliative” …