Child of the Light

For Wilshire Baptist Church

Are you ready for the solar eclipse on April 8? Do you know where you are going to watch? Do you have your protective glasses? Have you got your guest list and your party menu planned and . . . ?

Those are questions that came into view in late January when we took a quick trip to the Texas Hill Country. It turns out there are communities all along the “path of totality” that are marketing the heck out of the eclipse. They’re planning watch parties and events and letting it be known they are the place to be for the best eclipse-watching experience, and the best place to be before and after with their hotels, restaurants and shops. After hearing all the hype, I was almost convinced we needed to be in Waco or Kerrville or back on top of Enchanted Rock to see the total eclipse as it’s meant to be seen. As it turns out, however, all of Dallas-Fort Worth is within the path of totality. All we need to do is step outside our own house from 1:40 to 1:44 p.m. on April 8 and we can experience the entire event.

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Ashes and Air Balls

For Wilshire Baptist Church

I’m not often amused by Ash Wednesday services – I probably never should be – but I was this year as we stood in line to receive ashes on our foreheads from Associate Pastor Darren DeMent. The person right in front of LeAnn was as tall as Darren and he had to reach up as high as his own head, and then it was LeAnn’s turn and he had to reach down. Credit to Darren for paying close attention, because if he had just been going through the motions, he might have painted the air above LeAnn’s head with ashes. In basketball terms, a total miss like that would have been an “air ball.”

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Holy Silence

For Wilshire Baptist Church

When did symphony audiences start applauding after every movement of a multi-movement piece? We went to the Dallas Symphony recently and were surprised to find that was happening. I wasn’t triggered by it, but I was definitely annoyed because “that’s not the way I was raised,” as we say. 

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