All Kidding Aside
It was just a dumb joke, emailed to my longtime friend Paul, a lifelong parishioner at St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church down the street from Wilshire. It was late February, 2013, Pope Benedict had just resigned, and I couldn’t resist: “So . . . the Catholic Church is giving up the Pope for Lent, huh?!” Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
Ever driven down the street and seen some guy kneeling on the ground, a shovel thrown to one side and a big pile of dirt nearby, and he is bent over, digging into a hole with his hands? I was that guy recently. Continue reading “Digging Holes”
Mountains and Valleys
Laying on a cot on a Sunday morning at the church’s periodic blood drive, I looked up and found that I was resting between two large paintings. One depicts a sunny garden wedding celebration and the other a gray deathbed scene. As I looked at the two paintings, the portable stereo brought by the technicians from the blood bank was playing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.” Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
