Excerpt from Being Called Chaplain

Around 3:00 a.m., I finally make my way out of the darkened room, not forgetting to squeeze some of that awful hospital sanitizer into my hands. I rub them together, letting the alcohol do its work and evaporate, knowing that it will not be enough to make me feel clean after the experiences of the last hour. Being in the emergency room with three belligerent psychiatric patients yelling at each other in language that would make a sailor blush is not my idea of a good time, but tonight it was part of my job. Night shift is often full of surprises. Two of the patients wanted to speak with the chaplain, and to my continuing surprise, that is me.

Reviews for Being Called Chaplain 

“To a non-believer like me, prayer can seem a self-important concept: the notion that, if asked sincerely enough, the universe will shift itself around our transitory wishes. In her heartfelt account, Sergent relates how prayer has affected miraculous changes to her attitude and her faith, even if not to the persons for whom she prayed. Far from seeming self-important, the humility of her belief is truly inspiring.”

Matthew Nistico, heathen savage

“Stacy Sergent has written an insightful and candid account of her formation as a chaplain. Her transparency in discussing her journey with grief, negative self-talk, and the longing for marriage and a family is eye-opening. Many of us can identify.  With empathy and skill she ministers to individuals and families alike who confront the traumas of life and death. Stacy weaves a compelling narrative as a novice chaplain refining her theology in a crucible of personal and professional challenges. Sit down and be stirred by these stories.”

Gerry Hutchinson, Endorser for Chaplains for the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship

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Also available for the Kindle: Being Called Chaplain: How I lost my name and (eventually) found my faith