Once upon a time, I was the pray-er. Have an ache? I'll lay hands on you. Have a problem? I'll remember you to the lord. Have an illness? I'll pray for you. Have a wayward child, a sick relative, a broken relationship? Give me a name and I'll lift it up. I believed there was … Continue reading Doctors aren’t god but thank them anyway (or, Where did The Great Physician do his residency?)