For the better part of the last 15 years, I’ve mediated divorces. When my kids would ask me what I do, I’d tell them that I help people “stop fighting.” All outcomes are not ideal. People don’t typically leave my office hugging (I mostly mediate divorces after all). But sometimes, just sometimes, there’s a recognition of the “other” in the dispute—a moment when someone decides to listen and to try to understand the other’s perspective. Sometimes, there is even healing.
These moments are holy.