For Wilshire Baptist Church
I have a cassette tape labeled “Wilshire Winds – Acclimation.” The label is incorrect because the piece of music on the tape is actually titled “Acclamation,” but I’ll go with “Acclimation” because that’s what the recording represents to me.
For Wilshire Baptist Church
On Valentine’s Day in grade school we’d make mailboxes out of shoeboxes decorated with red construction paper, glitter, ribbons and other arts and crafts stuff. Some years the mailboxes would sit on the corner of our desks and other years we’d line them all up together on a shelf along the wall. At different times during the day we’d go around dropping Valentine’s cards into each other’s mailboxes, and at the end of the school day we’d have a party with cupcakes and punch and we’d open our mailboxes to read the cards inside.
For Wilshire Baptist Church
Sunday morning, we visited The Episcopal Church of Saint Thomas the Apostle for a discussion about sharing faith through fiction, and then we stayed for worship. It was a rich and warm experience, and I especially liked the moment when the rector carried the Gospel Book from the altar down the aisle into the center of the church. Everyone was standing and turned to face her, which meant that as she read the day’s Gospel, we not only were seeing her but were looking beyond her into the faces of one another.
