For Wilshire Baptist Church
It was surreal, and it was unexpected: I was standing next to LeAnn, my wife, while staring at the name of Debra, my first wife, on the mausoleum wall. I never expected to see that name on that wall so early in life, and after that happened, I never expected to love and marry again. And most certainly I never expected to be in a room with both of them. But there we were, the three of us, united in death and life.
For Wilshire Baptist Church
While waiting for a meeting to begin, I was listening to music on my iPhone and heard “Fooled Around and Fell in Love” by Elvin Bishop, a personal favorite from the 1970s, and Paul McCartney’s “Alligator” from just a few years ago. And sandwiched right between the two was a Kurt Kaiser arrangement of “Gesu Bambino.”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
I had just spent several hours hauling two cubic yards of pea gravel to different locations in the yard and walked into the mud room from the garage where I froze for a moment. The mud room was sparkling clean, as was the rest of the house in preparation for an event we were hosting the next day, and I didn’t want to get it dirty. But isn’t the mud room called “the mud room” for a good reason? Isn’t that where we’re supposed to kick off our muddy shoes, strip off our dirty clothes, and wrap up in a towel before stepping into the clean house?
