Just a few weeks after he had been inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, the celebrated pitcher Dizzy Dean arrived at our church—to lay a brick. Our pastor at the time, Rev. Patrick (Pat) Murphy, had a promotional idea to stir up some interest in the church and raise some funds for the completion of a new sanctuary. The building project had begun in 1949. Things were going slowly. That spring of 1954 the pastor invited Dizzy Dean to church. Pat Murphy was from Arkansas and was acquainted with some of the Dean family. Pastors occasionally have bright ideas like this.
I told this story this past New Year’s Eve as part of a memorial service for Herb Brixey. Ten-year-old Herb Brixey was chosen to go with Dizzy Dean and the pastor up on top of the roof of the northeast office where Herb handed the baseball player turned announcer a red brick. With wet mortar and trowel, Dean carefully placed the red brick up high on the east wall facing Yale Avenue. Pictures were taken, autographs were signed and then it was over. The workmen proceeded to add the beige-colored bricks that matched the rest of the building. If you stand across the street from the church and look real closely towards the upper north side of the big stained-glass window, you will not see the red brick.
I suspect that the pastor went to sleep pleased with the day’s events. But that very night some displeased church leaders had the red brick removed. The pastor’s comments were not recorded. Some years before Herb had his double lung transplant in 2000, he and I were cleaning a closet and old tunnel near the back of the sanctuary. There we came upon a mortar-encrusted red brick. We decided this was “The Red Brick.” He wanted the church to keep it as a reminder of the day Dizzy Dean came to church. I think of it as a cautionary tale of a bright idea not completely talked through with those most affected.
Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Actions affect others. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.