I like to explain it this way: I don’t have the overt gift of giving; it’s not a supernatural gift God has given me. Yet I’m required to give. I don’t have the supernatural gift of mercy. Yet I’m required to be merciful. In my role as a volunteer police chaplain, it is sometimes my job to hold a mother whose child has died of SIDS. Sometimes I find myself on a murder scene, where I try to comfort the survivors of a horrible tragedy. And even though I hate to visit hospitals, my work takes me to bedsides