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Wednesday Wanderings

A little journey through this topsy-turvy journey of joys and sorrows and hopes and dreams with plenty of grace from God along the way.

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I’m hoping not to become the parent whose excitement over their child making contact with a ball on top of a tee, can be heard throughout an entire sports complex and beyond. And yet, for some reason, there’s a bit of pride over a comparatively miniscule human act. If the timing works out just right on a weekday, our oldest will dart to the front window overlooking the porch area, as the mail man walks up the steps to drop off our random assortment of junk and billing notifications and other adulting nonsense. He insists on being there to wave to our postal carrier, quietly, but still confidently, saying, “Hiiiii!” with a bit of enthusiasm and joy and wonder and maybe even some love too (not to mention an understandable curiosity over the possibility that any of the material in our tattered mailbox is for him). Yes, we try to instill in our children a basic level of respect for other human beings, encouraging some form of “Hiiii!” and perhaps a wave for good measure, but this has a precious dose of personal initiative.

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Part of the semi-daily trek to Parma Heights is listening to a sports podcast based out of Columbus, Ohio. It’s basically a recording of a radio show of a few guys recounting the previous day’s activities on collegiate and professional fields of play with no shouting over one another to win an argument, no intention on demeaning the other hosts or even athletes or coaches or front office personnel, not to mention minimal commercial interruption. It’s an appreciated change of pace from the seemingly standard operating procedure in the media industry.

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James Earl Jones

As we approach this All Saints Day, when the church lifts up those who have departed from our earthly midst, especially those from this past year, I cannot help but remember James Earl Jones. Granted, I did not personally know the man, as we often tend to focus on when names are read aloud amidst our worship gatherings. I only knew him through screens displaying Field of Dreams or Clear and Present Danger or The Hunt for Red October or even a voice in The Lion King (sorry, never saw Star Wars).

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One Body in Christ

A few years ago, I met up with a friend who had just moved to Columbus because of a job opportunity, and part of that transition was finding a new place to worship (and more!). He had been a part of a non-denominational church, and that pastor gave him a list of several other churches, which he considered to be relatively similar to their respective ministry. As my friend checked them out, he didn’t necessarily agree. In his mind, they were all “fluff.” They were just “potatoes” with “no meat,” no substance. No small groups with theological connections with the Sunday message, like he was used to with the previous church. They were, instead, more like social hours, just to hang out.

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Tomorrow (October 17) will be the 45th anniversary of the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to Mother Teresa, who became synonymous with saint, to say the least, with her seemingly relentless dedication to those in impoverished conditions. And yet, as the years went by in her lifetime, a different story was being revealed about the one who was formally declared a saint by the Roman Catholic Church in 2016. That, as much of a Resurrection faith she exuded for a whole worldwide audience at times, for as much joy and love and compassion and kindness and enthusiasm she shared with “the least of these,” there was something else going on in the depths of her soul.