I don’t recommend watching television, but I fell into one useful experience while watching it, some years ago:
It was well after midnight and I found myself in front of a TV, attempting to unwind after a long day. There wasn’t much on, but after some scanning, I found a rustic infomercial from a local church. They were offering prayer for the sick, depressed, and overwhelmed. My thumb was poised to move to the next channel, but instead I stopped and watched. I decided to look at the people in the pews—to really look at them. Continue reading “The Cure In Our Hands”