The Gospel in a Mental Hospital

Abstract

"THE pitch of the young man's voice lifted with each repeated plea. " Sir, can't you help me? Can't you help me? How can I · escape from this torment ? " He was tall, physically strong and attractive, in appearance at least, full of the promise of a fine manhood; but mental torture robbed him of rest night and day, and tore all hope out of his life. As I sat looking at him, with everything spent in me but prayer, he seemed to symbolise the challenge being thrown to me by the vast concourse of human need in the hospital to which I had recently been appointed as Free Church Chaplain. It was an issue, I knew then, that had to be faced"