I would like to take just a moment to remember the work of those who were able to supply pastoral care to those at their worst and to be with those who were dying. I salute them. I wish there were more. I have the greatest respect for them and for their advocacy on behalf of the pastoral care that is also a central part of the overall healing mission. I miss the phone calls that once regularly informed me that a member was hospitalized and desired care and lament that this age of privacy works best to keep the pastor from knowing the needs of his people and supplying them. I remember the many times when I was not able to be with an individual or family when death came near and loss left them broken and alone. I rejoice at the times when the chaplain's wisdom and experience helped me to know what was going on and gave me a step up to answering that need with the wisdom of God's Word and the healing grace of His Gospel. I know from my wife, a nurse of more than 40 years, how much the hospital chaplain contributed to the difficult times when families faced the worst possible diagnosis and the patient had to face a hard choice. Not to mention are those times when family stresses proved too difficult for the medical staff to handle with the care given to the patient and how the chaplain served that family as well as the patient.
I hope and pray that those who review the history of COVID will remember how important the hospital chaplain was when there was a chaplain and how much better things could have been if there had been more.