New Life Episcopal Church

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Deacon’s Dismissal

Alms

Long ago, as a rookie policeman in a village, I did the funerals, escorting the hearse, directing traffic. When the service started, I listened to the hymns and homily from the back of the church. Church was new to me then and I found it quite affecting. One time, the funeral director thanked me and…

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Letters

We both had sons living far away. After church, we would ask each other, “How’re your boys doing?” We answered, “OK. They’re alright.” We both wrote to our boys from time to time to say that we are getting along well enough, sometimes to offer words about our own early lives, a subject seldom spoken…

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Bags

I see her on my way to work. She walks slowly, hunched over, trundling plastic grocery bags full of dear-knows-what. A few days ago, we arrived together at the crosswalk. It was a slow walk cross. Then she spoke, so quietly I bent to hear, “I want to ask a favor.” I thought she’d ask…

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Focus

I had written that lately each day seemed a battle royal. She wrote in reply: “Each day is a mash-up of chance, mischief and opportunity so take care to sort out which is which. Work at a goodly pace, keep things moving, make things happen, but don’t make each day a grand project. Over-planning invites…

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Neighbors

He lived alone a few doors down … kept to himself and seldom went out … except Saturdays … he’d start up that 1970 Corvette and not return until sundown. People talked and said he must be a drug dealer or in witness protection. One Saturday, entirely by chance, I saw that Corvette parked at…

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Divorce

My wife’s friend was recently divorced and needed help moving so we offered our time. I was not enthusiastic, but an hour wouldn’t kill me. Arriving at her old home, I saw stuff scattered about, piles of clothes, unboxed books and knick-knacks on the floor, dishes stacked on the dining room table … a vision…

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Hey

My waving “Hey!” started with neighborhood kids riding bikes up and down the street and sidewalk. When I pull into my driveway, I watch them closely to be sure we were all safe. They would look back at me but seemed wary. Now, I make sure that I wave to each kid. Not an effusive…

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Confirmation

Baptized with a sprinkle of water, I once received communion at a church basement potluck. Other than that, I had steered clear of church, believing that church would cramp my style. Just to test my theory, I committed myself to attend an Episcopal church during Lent and sit in on every activity for the duration:…

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Stories

My father was a storyteller. He was born before radio, much less TV. He grew up when many homes had pianos and parlors, when there was time after the evening meal to listen to stories. I recollect my father’s stories, told at our table after the dishes were cleared, with a little vino in each…

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Orchestra

On NPR, a story of doctors who play together as the National Virtual Medical Orchestra. Dr. Erica Hardy, an infectious disease specialist, is an accomplished violinist, having played since she was four. Of playing in that orchestra she said, “It gives us an outlet. We use a different part of our brain; it’s a time…

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