New Life Episcopal Church

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Deacon’s Dismissal

One a Day

In 1974, I hired on detailing cars at a used car lot. Morris, a salesman, was the only African American there. All day he stood by the glass door and watched the lot. Anyone pulled in to kick some tires, Morris went on out. Morris outsold the other salesmen and they hated him for it….

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Third Base

As a boy, I wanted to be a third baseman like Bubba Phillips and play for the Cleveland Indians. Bubba made it look easy but I struggled. For one thing, I am left-handed. A left-hander can’t make the quick throw to first. It’s awkward, ungraceful. No one ever told me that. Years later, my baseball…

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Radiator

In 1932, my mother and her sister drove a 1924 Dodge south through the New Mexico desert on their way to Mexico. Steam came from under the hood. A man at a gas station said, “Radiator’s busted. Six dollars.” They paid and pressed on. More steam. The man with the tow truck said, “Water pump’s…

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Ticker Tape

I have a photograph of my father and grandfather seated next to a ticker tape machine. They were stockbrokers. Someone has died and, as was the custom, both wore black armbands. My father smiles at the camera. He is young, not yet thirty, and he is confident. It will be alright. My grandfather, then 56,…

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Gas Station

In a rented car on the German Autobahn, I admired the BMWs and Mercedes as they passed me going well over 100 mph. I stopped for gas, figured out the pump and went in to pay. Behind the counter, magazines, for all to see, showing men and women in various states of undress. I remarked…

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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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