New Life Episcopal Church

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Deacon’s Dismissal

Volcano

In 1979, I was a deckhand on a 52 foot ketch rig sailboat. We sailed from Singapore along the lee shore of Sumatra. Midnight watch, alone at the wheel, wind steady, sea calm, with binoculars I tried to identify the red glow ten miles off. The chart showed only a rocky island. Onward I sailed,…

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Crucifixion

At the museum, moved by a painting of Jesus on the cross, I paused, moved on, then returned to stand in prayerful silence. Leaving, I chanced to see in the gift-shop a book titled Crucifixion. Paintings by the masters, frightening, tender, brutal, hopeful. I looked through the book and asked, “Have you a new copy?…

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Grace

At a meal for the homeless, gathered around a folding table, meat, potatoes, canned beans, day old bread and jello, “Would someone like to pray?” The old man seldom spoke but wobbled to his feet, pulled off his cap and stood in silence as heads bowed. I recall these words: “Lord, thank you for this…

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Mare

The old mare foaled a colt but the little guy died so I was stuck with the mare. She didn’t want to be ridden but if I goaded her she’d walk at her own pace until I turned her for home. Then she’d run flat-out until she was back at the pasture gate. She never…

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Barometer

When I was a boy, I watched as my Dad set the pointer on the barometer. If he said, “Rain is coming,” it would rain. I knew then that my Dad controlled the weather. When I was some older, I understood that the barometer’s function was no more than to state the obvious: When it…

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Dogs

A man strides along the road with a stick and a quick, smooth motion. A dog with a bouncy gait follows close behind. From a field, another dog hobbles over to the man. The man walks the road and other dogs, hopping and jostling, come from the fields and towns to follow him. I see…

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Horse

How a boy came to have a horse: My mother drove along an island road and there a man led a raggedy horse. We pulled over. “Want to sell that mare?” He replied, “No, ma’am.” He kept walking and my mother kept pace. “Let’s say you did want to sell, what would you ask for…

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Cinderella

There was once a beautiful young woman who, by ill fortune, became the slave of her loathsome stepsisters. She scrubbed the floors, cooked, cleaned and waited hand and foot upon them. Though terribly unhappy, she bore her fate stoically, believing that, one day, all would be well. When it came time for the royal ball,…

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Tears

The old woman spent her last years in a nursing home where she was known as difficult and demanding. A pastor offered a eulogy but struggled to find good words. Her caregivers, seated in the back of the chapel, checked their phones. Her granddaughter was the last to rise to speak. She started bravely but,…

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10-36

As a policeman, I liked being an authority figure. Keys locked in the car? I was there. Laundromat dryer ate your quarter? I was there. I liked the old Plymouth with its red lights and siren, great for parades and funerals. I especially liked the “10 codes” on the police radio: 10-4 was “OK.” Everyone…

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