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For Wilshire Baptist Church

Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth and all I’m left with is a lingering bad taste. But occasionally I get a good lesson for my troubles.

Our double-pane kitchen window has developed a haze between the sheets of glass. It’s not unusual but it can be complicated because the fix requires taking the window apart or even replacing it. We’ve had one company come to look at it and they said replacement glass may be a different tint and the dividers might get damaged in the process. Nevertheless, they said they’d get back in touch with us but they haven’t.

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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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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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