Tips for Starting Hard Conversations About Mental Health
My phone rang at 2 a.m., and the voice on the other end was desperate.
“Pastor,” the man groaned. “I’m going to end it all. I left the door unlocked. I want you to come take care of my remains.”
It was in the early 1990’s and, although he didn’t attend the church I served, when you’re the only minister in a town of 400 souls, everyone calls you in an emergency.