Watching gymnasts Nadia Comaneci and Olga Korbut in the 1976 Olympic Games inspired me to do front rolls in my backyard. I knew back flips and aerial twirls weren’t in my reach, so I set my sights on mastering the cartwheel. But it was never to…
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— Cazandra Campos-MacDonald
Rev. Cazandra Campos-MacDonald is a pastor, author, motivational speaker, and encourager. She lives in New Mexico with her husband, Rev. Dr. Joe MacDonald, and youngest son, Caeleb. Their adult son, Julian, is living the bohemian life of a starving artist and goes wherever there is an audition. Her sons live with severe hemophilia A and inhibitors. Her older brother died shortly after birth due to complications from hemophilia. Cazandra writes candidly of raising two sons with a rare bleeding disorder. She believes storytelling is about redeeming the journey and connecting with others.
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Packing my lunch is necessary because my schedule as a hospice chaplain can change quickly. I keep food and drinks in an ice chest in my car because it can get hot here in New Mexico. When I get a call to see a patient whose passing is imminent, time…
In a society where reality television is king, passing judgment is easier than ever. Contestants in competitions such as “Dancing with the Stars” and “American Idol” are eager to hear the judges’ remarks in hopes of advancing to the next round. On shows like “Judge Judy,” litigants demand arbitration to…
Easter Sunday was wonderful. The pipe organ at our church hadn’t worked in four years, but thanks to generous donors, it was finally restored. We revealed it on Easter with a brass quintet and choir, and the music was truly beautiful. As a classically trained oboist, I am deeply…
Every week, I lead the pastoral prayer at church. It’s a moment to share what brings us joy and what weighs on our hearts as a congregation and a community. I always pray for the unhoused, the hungry, the grieving, and our country. But there’s one group I often mention…
Life can change in a moment. Sometimes, all it takes is a phone call — that a loved one has passed away, that you’ve lost your job, or that you are free from cancer. Those moments often create core memories — highly emotional, significant experiences that have a lasting…
The sound of a tape gun gives me anxiety. There’s the quick pull of the tape from the roll, followed by its crinkling as it’s pressed onto the box’s flaps. The serrated blade bites down and tears the tape cleanly, the cardboard often giving a faint, hollow thud beneath the…
My family loves my chocolate chip cookies. I don’t even know where the recipe came from, but it’s written on a card I keep in a flowered index box I got at my wedding shower more than 33 years ago. After years of baking, the card is stained and the…
As a hospice chaplain, I meet people during the hardest moments of their lives. Whether at a deathbed or in a funeral home preparing for a service, these are times of finality. Grief brings people together as they share their loss and honor the person who has died. A recent…
I’ve lived in New Mexico for 20 years, but I only recently visited the Loretto Chapel in Santa Fe. The chapel is known for its spiral staircase, built in 1878 with wooden pegs only, no nails. The staircase rises 22 feet to the choir loft without any central support.
Whenever I’m on social media, I find myself questioning everything. Is that picture real or made by AI? Is this headline accurate? Are these videos genuine? I mostly stick to following family and friends, though I do enjoy dog videos. When it comes to messages from strangers, I’m pretty cautious.
As a chaplain, I am privileged to stand at the bedside of someone who is dying. Often, few words are exchanged. I know it is my presence there that matters most. When people learn that I work in hospice, they often say, “Oh, my goodness, that must be hard work.
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