The other day a firefighter was recounting to me some of the more horrific events of his life and career. Any one of them could have been the sources of his PTSD. As he was talking, I watched his countenance start to fall. You could tell he had been through some things...

As I sit here at the University of South Carolina library on a Sunday afternoon, I must confess I haven't been to church in a few weeks. No, it's not because of the teaching, music, or somebody who ticked me off. Don't worry, I haven't backslidden. The fact of the matt...

When I started as a fire chaplain the senior chaplain who was mentoring me told me not to say anything on our first death call. I still remember the call vividly.  I remember sitting in the kitchen with the family with long (and personally very uncomfortable) gaps of s...