A sermon for the 20th Sunday after Pentecost: Proper 22
October 6, 2024, at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Hot Springs, AR
Readings: Mark 10:2-16
I remember the house. I remember it as blue with woods behind it where my first dog Snoopy ran away. Who knows if that’s true. The TV would play Barney or my favorite show, Lamb Chop. My parents enjoyed watching Cops. I memorized the theme song early on. My room had a small strip of dinosaur wallpaper around the top. And I remember the trailer, where Mom, my brother, and I moved out to. It was near a farm, and there was a pig. I threw a rock at a wasp nest and got stung several times. Maybe I was three or four. I remember the women’s shelter, the tree lined drive to a protected house, the small bedroom for my mother, brother, and me. There was a playground. That was where we moved next. I didn’t know why we moved there. I learned much later that my biological father, whose long pattern of abuse had finally driven my mother to that trailer–I learned he had been calling the trailer, recounting with menacing detail where we had been that day, threatening to kidnap my brother and me. That’s why we moved to the shelter. That’s why we moved from South Carolina to Missouri, where no one would find us.
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