A Profound Reflection on Suffering and Moving Account of Conversion, by Casey Chalk

My father was a physical therapist. His funeral was well attended, with several hundred people, including a significant percentage of whom I had never met, his patients over thirty-five years practicing in our native northern Virginia. So many, at the church that day, from all walks of life, approached me to communicate how grateful they were for my dad’s medical care, which so often had alleviated their pain, restored them to health, and helped them get back to doing the things they loved.

But it wasn’t just that he was good at his job, though he was that. It was that he so obviously cared about his patients. He didn’t only want them to get better; he wanted them to be happy. And that included their spiritual welfare, too (he was an outspoken evangelical Christian). …

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