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Deacon’s Dismissal

Practice

As a boy, I took lessons on an old hand-me-down flute. Everyone told me, “Practice every day!” I most assuredly did not. Decades later, I heard a man play a flute so beautifully, so effortlessly, that I rummaged through closets, boxes and bureaus to find that old flute. Now, I am trying again. I practice…

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The Least

Maundy Thursday: “The disciples were keenly aware that someone needed to wash the others’ feet. The problem was that the only people who washed feet were the least. So there they sat, feet caked with dirt. It was such a sore point that they were not even going to talk about it. No one wanted…

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Money owed

My father, a stockbroker in the 1930’s, had a client of low repute … a hoodlum, some would say … who owed the brokerage firm money. The man came into my father’s office with two bodyguards. They closed the door and stood. “What’s this I hear? I owe you money?” Nervously pointing to the ledger,…

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Tangerine

We gathered around a table in the cafeteria of the men’s shelter. There were a dozen homeless men, some volunteers and a few college students. I brought tangerines and passed them around. I saw the college kid throw the tangerine. It arced across the room, hit the far wall near the trashcan and fell to…

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Investment

My mother was an artist. I was a boy when she won the $500.00 “Best Oil Painting” prize at the Ohio State Fair. She thought long and hard about where to invest her prize money so that, one day, she would have “a little something set aside.” Her brother was a stockbroker and he was…

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Fast Food

A disheveled old man sat in a booth of the fast-food joint. As I walked by he asked, “Can you help me?” I kept walking. I ordered my usual but with an extra burger. I paid and started out but stopped to ask the old man, “Hungry? Want a burger?” He looked at the burger…

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God’s Message

Nonbelievers who know I’m a deacon sometimes ask what I find valuable or fulfilling about the church. Then, before I can gather my thoughts, they will tell me all the reasons why they don’t go to church. Everyone needs to be heard and I try to be a good listener. When it’s my turn, I…

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Ash Wednesday

He told me he’d never been to an Ash Wednesday service before. I asked him if he intended to go forward for ashes. He said “no” and gave me several reasons. None seemed very good to me but I let it go. We listened to the collect, scripture, sermon and then the bidding: “I invite…

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Rash Boon

“Rash Boon” is a term from Celtic and Arthurian literature, a promise made without knowing precisely what will be required. A rash boon is an oath that binds for a lifetime, laughable in our modern era. The Knights of the Round Table, Gawain, Lancelot and Percivale, are long gone. Still, to this day, some pledge…

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Sobriety

Jim was married to my sister but they divorced and Jim drifted off to Florida. He was always a terrible drinker and, honestly, I didn’t miss him much. I chanced to visit with Jim’s son and I couldn’t help but ask, “Whatever became of your dad? Still drinking, I suppose?” He said, “Well, I guess…

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