When people asks her faith after a tragedy, this is how to help


Where is God after murder in Bourke Street, or Devastants Fire or flood, after a sense accident or crash in plane? In these places I learned the language of anger and doubt, betrayal and pain. As late as the late michael leunig once: “When they don’t see some words, the heart talk about the heart.”

In 1989, I became a chaplain pastoral careural, and during the last 36 years to Caplainfy returned my faith understanding. Fifteen years ago, I became a victorian advice of Charge Emergencies Emergencies (VCEMM), its mission is to offer “compassion.” VCCEM is part of Victoria Emergency Response Network.

Answer people whose world has been updated by trauma calls to learn a new language. A compassion tender of language, acceptance and hope in the face of despair, doubt and questions about the meaning of life.

Unexpected and sudden death can lead to an intense request of faith and following structures. CREDIT: The ap

A transformed moment was shared with a young Muslim woman. Transference to the language of his faith and then she asked to preview with it. How important it is the language of our faith!

I started our prayer to Allah. Somewhere in that shared prayer I experienced a moment of incredible grace. Running that this prayer didn’t make a prayer, even it was two women of shooting a moment of Nenungate Prayers to the God of many names.

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I was born in a scobbleterian scobesian family, in transition to the uniting church and infare to my father’s tradition. I know that I am apart, the language and traditions of Christian faith. But are no longer in a denominational tradition. I am a Christian because I was born in a Christian family in a country of widely Christian.

My ministry invites me to meet people where they are. To hear her story in a way that makes its own recovery from the trauma that breathe their life.

I believe God meet us in the ordinary events of life through the phone call, lunch at the door oa company of a gentle presence.

A verse from Richard Gillard’s The server’s song Guides my ministry: Brother, a priest smile, leaving Christ for you. Pray that I might have the grace to let you be my server.

Jenny McGuirk is currently a Chaplain for VCKM and Victoria Ambulance.

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