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Deacon’s Dismissal

Prayer

I think about prayer … what prayer is, what prayer means and how I should pray. Author Anne Lamott says her two best prayers are, “Help me, help me, help me!” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She may be right and it would be hard to forget the words. My Dad believed that…

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Moving

Ed sold his house. He said it was a nice little place on a cul-de-sac with a garden and a big tree for shade. But Ed was moving. He always complained about the trains. I like trains and couldn’t imagine why a train would bother anyone. They sure bothered Ed. I went to help him…

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Driver Education

Behind a driver doing 20 in a 30 mph zone, the traffic light ahead was green. But, at the first sign of yellow, on went the brakes, then the left-turn signal and we were stopped. At last, the light turned green again. The car ahead didn’t move so I offered the tiniest little honk of…

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Respite

In the city, tired and hot, I looked for a green park with a stream but saw only beer halls and soda shops. Then a little church, red doors locked tight except the last I tried, it opened with a rush of cool air. I was alone. I drank from the water fountain, sat in…

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Test

Scripture’s plain: “Do not put the Lord your God to the test.” I did. Once. In a graveyard. I said, “OK, God! If you’re here, show yourself!” I waited. Minutes passed. Then it came, traversing the field of tombstones, a shadow from the distant tree-line, quick, silent and right at me. I ducked! The shadow went…

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Cure

What will cure what ails us? What potion or pill will lift the pall and let the sun shine in? What might be the remedy for sickness or malaise? We all want the fix! For Dr. George Sheehan, a cardiologist in his 60’s, it was running that changed his life. For each of us, it…

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Broken

At the museum, I stand before an ancient statue of the Buddha, his hands and nose long ago broken off. Vandals did the same to statues of the church’s saints, breaking off ears, fingers and toes of any unguarded statue of a saint … even a figure of Jesus! Perhaps it’s not vandals but faithful…

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Refresh

The man worked hard and met his obligations. He did what was expected of him and then some. Worked. Volunteered. Went to church, sang in the choir, served on committees. Always on the go, he looked like a car with two flats and no gas. One day I saw him looking rested and refreshed. I…

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Lens

A knot of people worked their way around an old man on hands and knees, patting the sidewalk. “Crazy,” said a man, pushing through. Someone said, “Shouldn’t someone call someone?” A small boy and his mother, holding hands, watched the man pat the pavement. The boy pulled away, squatted in front of the old man….

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Letters

She had been writing to prisoners since prisons were invented. She wrote to prisoners in this country and prisoners in faraway lands. She instructed me, “Use good rag paper, not the cheap ditto stuff. Use a good pen, write big and bold with indelible, waterproof ink, not the smeary, dime-store ink.” What difference did it…

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