“May the angels lead you into paradise: may the martyrs receive you at your coming, and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem. May the choir of angels receive you, and with Lazarus, who once was poor, may you have everlasting rest.”
Category: Friends
When the good news doesn’t feel very good
I missed our block club meeting on Monday night, so when I saw Lauren the next day I asked her what had been discussed. She gave me the update on police activity over the past few weeks, and it turns out that they did finally catch the two guys who were raping and robbing women… Continue reading When the good news doesn’t feel very good
On my own
Doug kicked me out of the house last night. In a good way. While he was sitting in a courtroom somewhere downtown yesterday afternoon (having been summoned for jury duty) I got this text: “So, where are you going tonight?” We had talked recently about how I needed to get out regularly, away from the… Continue reading On my own
He reigns.
I remember it was Easter Sunday our first year living here when we experienced our first homicide on our street. I remember standing on our front porch watching while the area was taped off and and the LAPD worked the scene. I remember watching the coroner’s van arrive to take away the body of the… Continue reading He reigns.
Redeemer
I have mentioned a couple of times here that a tragic accident took the life of someone very dear to many of our friends on January first of this year. I never had the privilege of knowing the Mikasa family, but I have been deeply touched by the pain of their loss through my community’s… Continue reading Redeemer
Every morning
“Mommy, do you know there is a song with my name in it?” Mercy asked me on Monday. “Can you sing it for me?” I replied. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases…his Mercy never comes to an end…they are new every morning…new every morning…great is thy faithfulness.” “That’s beautiful! Where did you learn… Continue reading Every morning
Our flower girl
Yesterday good friends of ours were married in a lovely ceremony in Pasadena. They asked Mercy to be one of their flower girls, and she performed her task beautifully. She didn’t make it very long up front, though. She and the other little flower girl were supposed to stand up with the bridesmaids until Daddy… Continue reading Our flower girl
Muffin theology
On Friday the phone rang and it was a friend up the street who was calling me from the hospital. She just lost her husband a few weeks ago, and her own health is a concern as well. She was at Good Sam being treated for Pneumonia, and she wanted us to know. This meant… Continue reading Muffin theology
I love Facebook
Last night we were so grateful to have someone very dear to us come for a visit. He was in San Diego for business, and he was able to shift his outbound flight from San Diego to LAX (and willing to forsake a day at a pretty amazing spa resort) to come up and see… Continue reading I love Facebook
Dispatch
When talking with various people about our church, our conviction regarding being a “parish” church is often the greatest stumbling block for folks. Especially here in the land of car and commute, making claims on where one lives and how that relates to where one worships can seem offensive to many. This past week I… Continue reading Dispatch