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Deacon’s Dismissal

Answering Machine

It was a beat up box of electro-junk: A transistor radio, several remote controls, a cordless phone and a telephone answering machine. I opened the lid of the answering machine, blew out the dust and plugged it in. The red light blinked three times. I pushed “Play.” Beep … Oil change is done. Come get…

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Equanimity

A man I know fought alcoholism for years. One day, inexplicably, it was gone. He never drank again. People doubted, “Must not have been much of a problem!” The man read in a scholarly journal of another man’s remission: “After years of relentless drinking, he experienced a sudden liberation while simply walking down the sidewalk…

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Birthday Cake

Yvette told about her twenty years cooking in the soup kitchen. Yvette peeled, prepped and washed the pots, ordered food and scrounged when there was a shortage, all for a bunch of folks who needed a good meal. What did she learn in twenty years? “I made it my business to bake a nice cake…

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Tornados

Every morning I put my money on the counter at the big box drug store and Loretta hands me my own, personal copy of the New York Times. Last Monday Loretta told me, “My people’s house got blown down.” Tornados. Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Family home. “They been on that same land since the war.” I asked,…

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Chesed

A food pantry, long line at the door, each patron will get one brown paper bag with vegetables, canned goods, maybe a quart of milk, and paper products that food stamps won’t buy (toilet paper!). Miriam, with a clipboard, checks everyone in. Some are fearful or just plain ashamed to say their name. For each…

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Our Lady of Knock

In Dublin, with time to spare, a friend invited me to Castlebar in County Mayo. Early next morning I made my way to the station. I found the County Mayo train. On an empty car, I pulled my hat low and fell asleep. Then, as if in a dream, the car filled with nuns. Black…

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Letters

My Dad was up at 5 a.m., sitting at the kitchen table, coffee percolating on the stove, writing letters and postcards to all manner and condition of people. When I left home, he wrote to me often, about the weather and this and that. I have those cards and letters somewhere in a box and…

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Communion

In my twenties, I took my first fearful step into an Episcopal Church. I liked the pew at the back. I liked the Book of Common Prayer and the music was OK. And nice windows. But what was this Communion business, anyway? When it was that time, I stayed in my seat. Once at a…

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Laundromat

It was cold out and I had the heater turned way up on that old Plymouth Fury police cruiser. Round and round the village I went, a quiet night until I chanced to stop by the laundromat. A man sat on a milk crate, his bare legs sticking out from a poncho he had pulled…

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Stamps

My father bought extras stamps at the post office and kept them for their history and their beauty … hundreds of tiny, engraved images of America’s past. These stamps are mine now, though I did not know quite what to do with them … 10 cent Bicentennial, 8 cent Lyndon B. Johnson, 13 cent Alexander…

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