It was really an unusual story the one I heard that day. I was used to people occasionally coming in off the street to talk. Every day in parish ministry you never know what that particular day will be like. The woman, mid-thirties, came in and asked if I had just a few minutes to listen to her story. She said she didn’t go to church and was not affiliated with any denomination. She was a school teacher and in her teachers’ lounge at school a number of people mentioned our congregation and now she had to tell someone her story. She was the mother of a five-year-old son and about eight months earlier had gone through a divorce. She related how during the next weeks depression had set in and was getting worse. She found herself sitting alone in a dark room while her son watched television or…