Precious Memories

For Wilshire Baptist Church

During the big events on Sunday that marked the end of George Mason’s pastorate at Wilshire, two other little events reminded me of the precious nature of memories of those who have helped shape our lives.

The first little event actually began a few days earlier when Wilshire friend Bill Jones wrote on Facebook about the passing of Len Dawson, the former hall-of-fame quarterback of his hometown Kansas City Chiefs. Bill told how Dawson was one of his three boyhood sports heroes, how he followed him closely throughout his career, and even had some in-person encounters with Dawson.

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Homelessness Has a Name

For Wilshire Baptist Church

Working upstairs at my desk, I saw movement in my peripheral vision. I turned to look out the window and saw Carla walking down the middle of the street. Her mouth was moving as if in conversation, and she was shifting a small black purse from one shoulder to the other and flipping the top open and shut repeatedly. When she doesn’t have the purse, her hands are always moving like she’s recalling gestures from an old dance routine. She walks with purpose like she knows where she’s going, and yet I know she is lost in a certain way.

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The Sound of Justice

For Wilshire Baptist Church

Working at the Dallas Chamber of Commerce in the 1980s, I witnessed the boom in downtown office tower construction. It was an exciting time with parties and celebrations as each new building topped out and opened, but by the end of the decade the boom was over and there were only two big construction projects under way: the Morton H. Meyerson Symphony Center and the Lew Sterrett Justice Center. I recall at the time being intrigued by the contrast of these very large, very different public works projects: performing arts on the one hand and criminal justice on the other.

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