Religious column written by: Caleb Land
She sat across the desk from me, eyes brimming with tears, and silently laid a bloody kitchen knife on the desk. She was a “cutter,” someone who cuts him or herself for the emotional and physical release it brings. The question I’d asked was, “when was the last time you cut?” The answer: in the bathroom before she walked into my office. My heart broke for her. In that moment, she needed so many things, but most of all, she needed hope. Hope that she could find relief, hope that she could change, hope that her life could be redeemed.