My hips and ankles were sore after spending an hour on my knees. Not in prayer, but in repairing my lawn edger. The blade had quit turning and I figured out what was wrong and ordered a new part, and while I was waiting for that to arrive, the yard was looking as shaggy as the hair on the back of my neck. The part arrived on a Sunday afternoon – a rare reason for an “alleluia” in these troubled times – but I waited till Monday to install it. I’m not sure if that was reverence for the sabbath or fear-based procrastination.
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For Wilshire Baptist Church
A trip to the Texas Hill Country last week was sort of a Plan B for us. Every fall for the past few years we’ve visited a national park, but with COVID-19 putting a damper on flying to distant parks on our short list, and a nine-hour drive to Texas’ two national parks too time consuming, we settled on state parks a few hours away. The result was anything but settling, and not so much a Plan B after all.
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For Wilshire Baptist Church
I wrote the following words on Election Day 2010 for my personal blog before I started writing for Wilshire.
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Today I exercised my right to vote in a very literal way: I walked the three-mile round-trip to the poll and back. Interesting what you can see from that vantage point: Well-maintained streets and car-crippling potholes. Beautifully landscaped lawns and ugly weed patches. Single-family homes, duplexes and apartments. Nice cars and dented hulks. Banners for Cowboys, Redskins, Longhorns and Sooners. Stray dogs and prissy window barkers. Young mothers with strollers and seniors with walkers. All of that and more in one voting precinct.
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