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Deacon’s Dismissal

Construction

My friend had never been east of the Mississippi. He got out of his car and said: “I wanted to avoid highway construction so I bought a map that shows where they’re working. I avoided those roads. This morning, the lady at the hotel told me to drive up on this one road, she said…

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Alleluia

Alleluia! Let us Praise the Lord! From our lips to God’s ear, an Alleluia does not meander at the speed of sound or traipse through the cosmos at the mere speed of light. God may stand next to us at the bus stop or be in some faraway galaxy yet, in a twinkling, our Alleluia…

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Altarpiece

I walked through the sunlit Atrium of the Cleveland Museum of Art to the lower level of the old museum. There I wandered among medieval artifacts of our faith: Icons, reliquaries, chalices, patens, processional crosses and altars. In the dark and cool of that space I sat on a wooden bench before a mid-1400s altarpiece,…

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Coyotes

We walked in a Cleveland park, once the homestead of a wealthy industrialist, now the domain of wildlife, woods and overgrowth. As we walked, a man on a bicycle stopped and told us of a wounded deer. “Its leg’s broke, she can barely walk and there’s coyotes here.” We promised to be on the lookout…

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When we listen, God hears

I stood in the side aisle at the intermission of a classical concert. A young man, early twenties, came and stood by me. There was nothing remarkable in his appearance. I said something cordial and he replied with a non sequitur about his assignment to a secret military base. He will soon be sent on…

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Faith made strong

St. Christopher, it is said, once operated a ferryboat. He was strong and able yet his faith was weak. One day a storm came and the ferryboat capsized. Christopher dove into the roiling waters and pulled a child to the safety of the shore. Looking upon the child as it gasped for breath, Christopher saw…

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Typing

I was in my apartment, clickety-clack typing on my 1946 Royal typewriter when there came a knock at my door. A neighbor, passing in the hall, heard me typing. “Is that a typewriter?” she asked. She looked at it. “That can’t be a typewriter! Why would anyone use a typewriter?” She did not wait for…

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Desert

Cormac McCarthy’s “No Country For Old Men” is a novel (and an Ethan and Joel Coen movie) set in the desert along the Mexican border. It is a tale of an old sheriff pitted against an unremitting evil that cannot be overtaken or brought to heel. At the novel’s end, a friend says to the…

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Katabasis

Lent begins with ashes. Robert Bly’s book “Iron John” speaks of an ancient civilization where the young take their place in the community by sitting in ashes from the fire, listening to the stories of the elders. Bly borrows a Greek word to describe this process: katabasis. This is a descent, a remove downward, away…

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A clear flame

We lived then without electricity. We had kerosene lamps for light but no refrigerator. One day, a small refrigerator came in a wooden crate. Made for the tropics, it would burn kerosene to keep food cool. The less-than-helpful instructions said: “Steadfastly hold a candle beneath until within the burner a clear flame flourishes.” I vividly…

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