Dear LFTP: Riley and the dying rescue animals
- How can a friend tell Riley, who rescues terminal animals and is crushed each time one dies, that she should stop taking them in?
A listener asks how to tell his friend Riley, who rescues terminal animals and breaks down each time one dies, to stop taking them in. The hosts say to let her be: crying is a healthy response, and they would worry more if she were not moved. The discussion widens into hospice chaplaincy, Christmas caroling at Mercy Hospice, and a closing charge to invest in people's lives instead of avoiding them out of fear, because 'you're a coward.'
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Dear LFTP: the sister's belongings in the garage
- My sister's belongings are still in my garage and starting to smell — what should I do?
A letter from a woman whose formerly incarcerated sister's belongings — stored in her garage 'for a couple of weeks' — have sat there for months and started to smell, while the sister won't communicate or take responsibility.
From No. 485 · Steadfast
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Dear LFTP: the bedwetting friend and bedwettingstore.com
- How can I persuade my friend to get help for his bedwetting without embarrassing him?
Dear LFTP: 'Concerned friend in Michigan' asks how to persuade a friend who wets the bed to get help without embarrassing him.
From No. 279 · 20 Things for 20-Somethings
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Pope style: the miscarriage post and loving people like Jesus
- How should believers share hard theological truths with grieving people?
Boova shares that a Facebook post wrecked him: friends suffering miscarriages after fertility treatments were told by another commenter that their unborn children are in hell.
From No. 270 · The Evangelical Label
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Dear LFTP: the baby sprinkle letter
- Should I attend the baby sprinkle for a pregnant wife whose husband is dying of cancer when I disapprove of the pregnancy?
Boova reads a letter from a woman dismayed that the wife of her boyfriend's dying friend announced a pregnancy while the husband faces a third bout of cancer; she's invited to the baby 'sprinkle' and dreads the small talk.
From No. 211 · The Monster Logo