For Wilshire Baptist Church
Driving to downtown Dallas earlier this week, I was diverted from my usual route by road closures and traffic and found myself at the top of the hill where Peavy crosses Buckner, becomes Mockingbird Lane, and swoops down across White Rock Lake. In that moment as I came down off the hill and across the water, I felt a tug of grief. I realized it had been months, perhaps even a year, since I had even seen the lake.
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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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