For Wilshire Baptist Church
My good friend Paul Mangelsdorf died early Saturday. I’ve mentioned him on several occasions in this blog over the past few years, usually in the context of me riding DART downtown and meeting him for lunch and noon mass at the Catholic cathedral. I call him “my good friend” because that’s how he described everyone he knew – from bus drivers to bishops. Continue reading “Where Two or Three Gather”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
I’ve been thinking about the tragedy of the immigrants who died in the back of a truck in San Antonio over the weekend. I’ve been thinking about the horror of it, and I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to set it aside and think about something else. I didn’t know these people. I didn’t know their names or their faces. They were 300 miles away. Continue reading “Human Tragedy”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
Until a week ago, if someone had asked me, “Do you know the story of Esther in the Bible?” I’d have said “yes” but then I would have stumbled and stuttered through the details – the same way I might handle a quiz about stars and constellations. But now, after a week of living in the gravitational pull of Wilshire MusiCamp, I doubt I’ll ever forget the story of Esther. Continue reading “Stand Up; Hold Tight”
