For Wilshire Baptist Church
It was at the end of a midday Holy Week service. The benediction had just been spoken, and Preston Bright leaned over from the pew in front of me and said, “Easter always comes just in time.” He said it, he smiled, and then he left me to chew on it. I’ve been chewing on it for 14 years now.
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As I left radiation treatment for the last time a few weeks ago, they gave me a souvenir from my 35 sessions: the plastic mesh mask I’d worn every weekday morning for seven weeks. Fitting tight as a glove and clamped to a table, the mask held my head motionless while therapists aimed a radiation beam at me with the precision needed to damage the DNA in the nuclei of individual cancer cells without harming healthy cells.
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I don’t go on the Nextdoor app very often, but I get email notifications and occasionally the subject or first few words of a post will get my attention and I’ll read further. That was the case with this recent post by a neighbor I don’t know in a neighborhood that is not mine:
“Sometimes, when I need a brief respite from my kids, I drive to a nearby church & … well, just kinda chill there. I tell everyone I’m going to take a time out & church parking lots became my time-out spot. Far enough from my house that I can take a few deep breaths to myself & close enough that I’m not anxious about being too far away. Sometimes I listen to music or read books. Sometimes, I have a snack. Sometimes, being an adult is hard & I zone out, staring off into the distance for a moment.”
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