For Wilshire Baptist Church
The doorbell rang on Saturday afternoon before Easter and I looked down from the upstairs window to see two nicely but simply dressed women, one with a satchel and the other with a small stack of papers in her hand. Apparently they rang the doorbell and then stepped back off the porch to wait. Continue reading “Passing the Peace”
Forever
In the cars of my youth how I tore through those sand dunes, and cut up my tires on those oyster shell roads . . .
It’s a slice of personal history from Texas singer/songwriter Guy Clark in his song, “The South Coast of Texas.” I didn’t grow up on the Texas Gulf coast like Clark, but I’ve spent enough time there to know something about oyster shell roads. And in my mind those roads always lead me to Easter. Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
He is Risen. She is Too.
There was no sunny joy on Easter Sunday, 1971. Instead of going to my grandparents’ church and then hunting Easter eggs under the East Texas pines, we were at our home church for the first time that I could remember. A car wreck on the road to our annual Easter celebration had ended my sister Martha’s life and changed our lives forever. Continue reading “Lenten Reflections”
