Mental Health on Display
Barbara slid her phone across the table at The Shepherds Cafe. “I’m tired of narratives replacing truth,” she said. Elijah and Jeremiah didn’t rant. They opened Scripture and built a simple filter for every headline.
Barbara slid her phone across the table at The Shepherds Cafe. “I’m tired of narratives replacing truth,” she said. Elijah and Jeremiah didn’t rant. They opened Scripture and built a simple filter for every headline.
The studio lights were hot, but the air felt sterile. Dr. Lena Hart had delivered babies, managed hemorrhages, and spoken hard truths to grieving families—yet one simple question tightened her throat like a tourniquet: “Can men get pregnant?” The silence that followed wasn’t medical. It was cultural. And it was louder than any answer.
The morning air inside The Shepherds Cafe carried that early-January stillness—soft jazz low enough to disappear into the clink of mugs, a few tired greetings at the counter, and the slow hush of people easing back into routine. Outside, winter light pressed against the windows like a pale hand, and the bare trees stood in quiet lines across the street.