For Wilshire Baptist Church
Music always has had a mystical way of reminding me that we are created by a God greater than us and bound together in ways that celebrate our common humanity. Sometimes it happens in silly ways, like me talking classic rock this morning in our kitchen with a plumber who looked like 1980s pop music icon Michael McDonald. But then other times it happens in a holy moment such as the two we experienced last Sunday.
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Confession: I dread Ash Wednesday services. Not because of the darkness it calls up; not because of the “coming from dust and returning to dust” message. I can deal with that looming reality most of the time. No, I dread Ash Wednesday services because of the actual ashes. I don’t like having oily grit rubbed on my forehead, flakes of it sometimes falling onto my shirt, the feeling of dirt on my forehead as I leave, and the stares I get if I go somewhere afterward.
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It’s amazing to me how our paths can cross more than once with other people in unexpected ways. It’s especially interesting in a city of more than a million people, where you’d think the chances of seeing the same person twice would be slim, and yet it happens. And sometimes when it does, it can help tie up a loose end that has been dangling and fraying.
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