Today after church I gathered music charts from the various stands and joined George, who stood talking with one of the elders. George turned to me and grinned. “I just volunteered you for something this afternoon.” “Oh, really? What’s that?” The elder also smiled. “I can’t reach the guy who said he’d hold a worship […]
Wednesday afternoon on our way home, Grace and I stopped by Baylor Institute of Rehabilitation in downtown Dallas. I knew exactly where to park, where the elevators were, and how to get around. It was all familiar territory, because we spent most of the summer of 1996 on BIR’s third floor with Jacob. But this
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This afternoon, George, Jacob and I attended the funeral of a man named James Lewis. In many ways it was unlike any funeral I’ve ever attended. For one thing, James died forty years ago. A colonel in the Air Force, he failed to return from a mission over Laos during the Vietnam War. He was
If you’re interested, I posted a few pictures of Grace’s baptism (and a couple more from our trip) HERE. I’m sure I’ll be adding more, so check back later! ♥
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I feel like someone scooped up a big stack of photographs, tossed them in the air, and I’m catching glimpses of golden memories as they fall around me. I want to snatch each one, show it to you, and tell you all about it. But then the next one catches my eye, and my thoughts
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Subject line grab your attention? That’s what Nonnis calls its chocolate biscotti dipped in dark chocolate. People, you have no idea. I’m pretty sure this is what they’ll be serving in coffee shops in heaven. Speaking of tasty treats, if you’ve never tried Plocky’s Three Grain Tortilla Chips, you really should. Think Sun Chips meets
The praise band meets before church each Sunday to run through the music, so I leave our house about 45 minutes before George and Jacob do. When they arrive, Jacob comes into the sanctuary and listens until time for Sunday school. I sit with my back to the congregation, but I can see the whole
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The conductor raised his baton, cued the poet, and the phone sang in tune with the music of the spheres. Or something like that. Her husband sat at the table nearby sorting the mail. She’d just read the poem on the screen silently to herself. Twice. And, as she had so many times before, she
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When I got in my car Wednesday night to drive home from Tyler, I tried to plug Over the Rhine’s “Good Dog Bad Dog” into my CD player. The machinery would whir a bit then spit the CD back out. Between attempts I’d hear snatches of beautiful classical music, but I mostly ignored it. I
After the final benediction Sunday morning I remained at the piano, jamming with the band as usual. Then I faced the three guitarists, said, “Always a pleasure, gentlemen,” and headed to the sound booth to gather my lead sheets. It’s funny. You spend your whole life becoming. Always working toward goals. Always looking ahead to