The patient-centered medical home (PCMH) model both affirms the idealism of what primary care ought to be and outlines a structured path of how to get there. This article analyzes the PCMH model, its special relevance to Christian health centers, and a promising case study.
I suspect that most members of the CCHF community would welcome some unsuspected power from God. Our work of living out the gospel through health care among the poor carries us from joy to despair--and to every emotion in between. This issue of H&D is about the Book of Psalms, the Holy Spirit’s collection of lyrical poems that addresses all of those human emotions.
Recently during CCHF’s week of prayer, a Divine appointment brought an ill-looking young lady to Good News Community Center in Portland, for treatment of open skin abscesses. She was referred by our local hospital, having no medical insurance or means to pay. Her heroin addiction had led to the loss of her job, her home, and the custody of her 3 year old daughter. She had recently been released from jail, while her boyfriend remained incarcerated. A broken relationship with her mother who lived close by left her couch-surfing with acquaintances still on drugs. Abused in childhood, she felt neglected all her life, with no spiritual foundation. As we looked eye to eye, I was moved with compassion for her, touched by her loneliness and pain. I offered our help to secure housing and regain custody of her daughter. She said she would get back to me, and appreciated our care of her wounds, the prayer, and especially the Bible offered. Clutching it close to her bosom, and smiling timidly to hide decaying teeth, she said that she had started reading the Psalms while in jail.
Healthcare workers stand at the gates to life and death. We welcome newborn babies into the world and assist at the bedside of someone dying. We are frequently present when suffering and pain occurs in the lives of those under our care.
In the Bible, people who experienced great suffering and loss somehow held onto their faith and hope in God. Their intimate conversations with God in times of grief, anger, and doubt offer help to us today.
As creative pieces go, the assignment probably didn’t classify as “high art” but it was quite striking and beautiful. The triptych (a three-paneled altar piece) was simple in construction and style, but the images were arresting and unexpected. On the furthest left panel was a woman in scrubs. In the middle was a loving Madonna, Mary the mother of Jesus, holding a baby. As I recall, the furthest panel was a hospital bed, with a female figure lying in it. If one looked closely, one could see that the figures were made up of tiny pieces of paper with words on them that had been torn, applied to the panels, and then painted. In front of the panel, the student placed a single votive candle.
The Psalms of Ascent, chapters 120-134, are fifteen hymns for pilgrims journeying to the Holy City, Jerusalem. From the very beginning, these sacred travelers are aware that their path is hazardous; danger surrounds them. But throughout their journey, the pilgrims are certain of one thing – their God, the One enthroned in heaven, is with them.
I lift my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven. Like a servant’s eyes on her mistress’s hand, so our eyes are on the Lord our God until He shows us favor. - Psalm 123:1-2
Fully half of the 150 lyrical poems that make up the Book of Psalms were penned by King David. In nearly all of those 75 compositions, Jesus Christ is present, sometimes as a faint shadow and other times as a towering figure.
The connection between King David and King Jesus begins in the Book of 2 Samuel. After years of running for his life, David was established by all twelve tribes of Israel as King in Jerusalem.
After the king was settled in his palace and the Lord had given him rest from all his enemies around him, 2 he said to Nathan the prophet, “Here I am, living in a house of cedar, while the ark of God remains in a tent.” (2 Samuel 7:1-2)
I sit alone in the blackened pit of despair, Void of joy, Void of peace and Filled with inexpressible pain. I cry out to God for relief, But relief doesn’t come. And I feel abandoned, even by God.
Welcome to the first electronic-only issue of Health and Development (H&D). Over thirty years ago, CCHF’s founders recognized the need for Christians working among the poor to exchange ideas and experiences. Since the first issue was published in 1979, H&D has been shepherded by a series of able editors, including Lance Loberg, David Caes, Jerry Stromberg, and, most recently, Steve Noblett.
Almost twenty years ago my wife Lisa and I moved into a pretty rough neighborhood on the west side of Chicago. We didn’t have a great vision or strong sense of calling to the neighborhood, but it made practical sense for us; rent was cheap and we saw value in living where we were already building relationships. There were a few challenges, but in time we bought a house, met our neighbors, and settled into life here.
Shortly after I moved into the upper 9th ward of New Orleans, I was awakened one night by the sound of angry voices from the street outside. The predominant voice was male, with occasional enraged rebuttals from a female voice. I was only able to catch an occasional word and many of those were profane. Irrationally, I feared that this man might somehow be directing his hostility toward me. I spent more than an hour on my knees praying-- for my own safety and for God to bring peace to the man. I was partially praying and partially taking cover from what I feared might end in gunfire. The thought of stepping outside and offering to pray for him, or just sitting on my porch, briefly crossed my mind, but I didn’t rise from my hidden position. Eventually, the voices quieted and I climbed back into bed.
My husband and I moved to Fort Worth, Texas in 2010 from San Antonio. He had finished medical school and was getting reading to begin a residency in family medicine at the county hospital. I had just finished my first year of teaching in the US after spending three years in Latin America. We had moved, married, and begun new jobs within one very full month. We began to get settled, and I contacted Catholic Charities about volunteer service opportunities. An English teacher with a background in ESL, I thought that I might do some tutoring during the summer. I met with the volunteer coordinator and learned that an area of great need was for mentors within the refugee services program. Fort Worth resettles a large number of refugees from countries including Burma, Nepal, Bhutan, Iraq, Somalia, and Congo. Refugee services are partially funded through a match-grant program that pairs refugees with mentors. My husband and I were soon paired with a Congolese family that had recently arrived in Fort Worth. We met each other for the first time later that summer in their new home at Ladera Palms Apartments. Although our conversation was initially quite limited due to the language barrier, we soon developed a friendship as we shared about our families and cultures.
My name is Janine and I’m a disciple of Jesus Christ. I have been living and working in inner-city Memphis for the past year and I love it.
Growing up in a middle-class suburb of Philly and being raised by believing parents, I experienced the blessings of having a good education and of being challenged to follow Jesus’ leading. As a teenager, the Lord began directing me to people who had never heard the Gospel. He led me toward medical training so I could meet physical needs of the people I would be living among.
I’m convinced that what I’m doing is the right thing. This is what I’ve been taught and believed for over two decades; it’s finally time for me to practice what I’ve preached and prayed. I’m talking about relocating to the inner city Las Vegas neighborhood where I serve every week. My heart has been there, now it’s time to get fully immersed. Relocation may not be for everyone, but it’s for me.
Discover the documented effect of prayer on depression and anxiety. This in-depth medical study measures increased hope and spirituality that endured even through the one year followup. Prayer therapy is gaining traction with primary care practitioners who are looking for a more effective therapy than can be found in pharmacology.
All disciples suffer, sometimes to the point of despair. If we want to make God look great and to expand his Kingdom in the world’s toughest places, we’ll need a sturdy theology of suffering. This article offers practical encouragement for persevering through suffering.
Even with an endless stream of patients and an overwhelming need for dental care, this dentist finds joy and encouragement as she connects with her patients and makes a difference in their lives.
As people in healing ministries our biggest mistake would be to try to engage in healing ministry in our own effort, without the one who ultimately brings the healing.
Health is integral to the gospel message. For many years, medicine and healthcare was seen as a means to presenting the gospel. Jesus did not separate caring for a person’s illness from caring for his relationship with God.