For Wilshire Baptist Church
My first job out of college was at the Waco Tribune-Herald as a general assignment and late-night police reporter. No surprises there; that’s where newspaper newbies started out. But, my work days were 4 p.m. to midnight, and my weekends were Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I was out of sync with the world, so when I was offered a regular daytime beat, I jumped at the opportunity.
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“Fig!” That’s what I shouted across the backyard to LeAnn on a Saturday in early April, which made her turn with the same look she gets when I say, “Snake!” So, I said it again more slowly and with more information, “We have a fig,” and she came running to see for herself.
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On a recent Tuesday evening I went to talk to our neighbor two houses down about the vacant house between us. The owner is renovating it and getting it ready to sell, and the fence he promised that separates our back yards is finally going up. After our chat, I was going to continue down the street and meander through our neighborhood or maybe to Central Park, which would be normal if LeAnn were with me instead of at the weekly meeting of Wilshire’s minister of music search committee. But when I got to 10th street and looked toward the right, my eye caught the corner of the labyrinth at First Presbyterian Church and that’s where I went.
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