For Wilshire Baptist Church
After months of buildup and weeks of fretting about the weather, the eclipse finally happened. Thanks to well-timed cloud breaks, we saw everything we hoped to see, and it was spectacular. If you saw the eclipse, you don’t need any descriptions from me, but here are a few random observations about the event:
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Hey Wilshire family, I hope you don’t mind but I invited Malcolm Guite to come hang out with us when he’s back in Dallas in May. Guite is an English poet, songwriter, pastor and professor who has been at Wilshire before. He’s read scripture and prayed from our pulpit, and he’s spoken in our Epiphany class. And when he speaks — oh my, he could read an IRS 1040 or a restaurant menu and hold an audience in rapt silence.
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Ever think about last suppers, last meals, last visits? We usually don’t ahead of time because we don’t know when they will be. But afterwards?
My last meal with my sister Martha was probably at Sadler’s restaurant in Jacksonville, our usual stopping place for lunch on family drives down to Orange in southeast Texas to visit my grandparents. It was Easter week and nobody could have predicted the crash later in the day that would forever leave an empty chair at our family table.
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