Varied, amazing, and moving. That’s how I describe my job. And Wednesday was such a day.

It started off with a sad event. A baby funeral for a much-wanted child. What can I say? The parents were beautiful people and inspiration. Among the congregation of about 30, there was not a dry eye, but also the sense of recognising this important baby.

And the words which ended the service were: “An Angel in the Book of Life, wrote down our baby’s birth. Then whispered as she closed the book, 'Too Beautiful for Earth'.”

And then back to Worcester Royal, where I was chatting with the Wayfinder volunteer at the reception when a man approached us. The story was that he had an acquired brain injury and his carer had difficulty parking so he had dropped him off. Of course, we didn’t know that at the time, and although this person could understand us, he had difficulty speaking. However, it turned out that he could use some British Sign Language, and after a short time I was able to use my BSL skills to find out where his appointment was.

And then, about to go home, a call came in. A young man in his late 40s was in a critical condition and, the long and short of it was that he was waiting for organ donation. It struck me what a tragedy this was; a man in the prime of his life, with everything to live for being here. Shock doesn’t come close to explaining it. The distress of wife, children and extended family was palpable. And when I heard his story it moved me greatly. He was a nice, loving, generous man; and you can’t help but ask: “Why?” But there is no answer.

They asked for some prayers, and with many tears we sent him on his onward journey, thankful for the gift of life he would give to others even in the sadness of the situation.

And I’m privileged at being invited into these situations. After nine years in Worcestershire hospitals, I still can’t believe how lucky I am to be a chaplain.