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Deacon’s Dismissal

Cult

A friend told me a cult had moved in a few doors from her house, 6 or 7 young men and women. Early every morning a man drove them away and brought them back late at night. They wore identical black pants and white shirts. How strange! Who knew where they went or what they…

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Chips

I stopped for gas and went in to pay. At the register there was a rack of chips, each bag emblazoned: NEW FLAVOR! I asked the young lady at the register, “These any good?” “Don’t know. They’re $1.49 for that teeny bag. I can’t buy chips that cost like that.” “Well,” I said,” I’ll take…

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Kenny

Last Saturday, I went to an artist’s reception for a fine photographer and deacon in the diocese, Lydia Bailey. There were fifty of her photographs of residents of 2100 Lakeside, the men’s homeless shelter where Lydia works. One photograph is of a man named Kenny whom I know well from my Fridays at 2100. A…

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I marveled

My father’s mother was Sarah Grace. She was 71 years old when I was born and lived a quarter of a century more. She traveled some, twice to the Holy Lands and to Europe and to most of this country. Her report of what she had done on her travels: “I marveled.” As I learned,…

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Call

Bishop Bowman, speaking last Saturday at Ministry Discernment Day, said there are three kinds of call. “Call” is a churchy word for the action of the Holy Spirit who beckons us to be God’s people in the world, whether as lay or ordained. I do not remember Bishop Bowman’s first two kinds of call, but…

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Lightning Rods

When I was a boy, a man came to our farm to put lightning rods on the barn. My dad tried to explain to me why we needed lightning rods, and what might happen when the thunderstorm came. I saw lightning hit that barn, a great bolt of white energy that dissipated through those heavy…

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Visitors

After a Sunday service I went to visit a man who lives with five other men in an assisted living home. Some of them have family and friends and Sunday is visiting day. I brought my friend the Sunday paper, a magazine and a few personal items. He thanked me. We sat in his room…

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The words of Micah

My sister Lorinda and I were in the Caribbean, in a small village shop far from the usual tourist places. Bare bulbs, sacks of flour, butter from Denmark sold by the ounce from an unrefrigerated tub and weighed upon an iron scale from some previous century. Thumb tacked high on the wall were small, plastic…

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Seeing the world as it is

When do we first see the world as it is? Not a perfect and well-ordered world but a world untidy, slightly broken and not as we had thought? I was a boy. My mother, father and sister and I were traveling on a train. We had boarded the Pullman car the evening before and slept…

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Feed my children

I found myself once in the company of a nun who was showing a church youth group the ins and outs of a soup kitchen. The youth were to cook and serve a hot meal to the gathering throng of hungry men, women and children who waited just outside the front door. A young man…

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