Today marks the second day of Holy Week, a week in which we observe the greatest tragedy, sorrow, and victory the world has ever known...Christ's death, burial, and resurrection. This week is book-ended by Palm Sunday and Easter, two joyful days of celebration. But in the middle, there are somber days in which we reflect on the heaviness of the burden Christ bore for us. This year, Holy Week has already taken on a heaviness in my heart. For me, Holy Week began with a funeral. The funeral of an infant. Today I mourned the tragedy of a sweet baby boy whose life was far too short on this earth. I sat with my physician and nurse colleagues in a packed church, honoring the life of our patient, who we cared for so deeply. My heart ached as I listened to the sobs of his parents and young siblings, a gut-wrenching feeling of helplessness washing over me. No one should have to say goodbye to their baby like this. My spirit stirred as I listened to the words that were ...