It was my first day on the job as a newly ordained minister. A father and son living together were at a crisis crossroads. The father was a long-term alcoholic and the son had called his sister to say he had reached the end of his rope and was going to kill his father, and himself, if the father wasn’t admitted to rehab clinic by the end of the day. Social services needed to become involved – and the police, and other hospital authorities – bureaucracy hell! The son had a loaded gun. I had less than a day to try to solve the problem. Oh, and did I tell you…? This was my first day on the job.
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