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From Your Minister - September 2010 |
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Monday, 30 August 2010 21:25 |
As we head into the fall and a new church year, one image stays with me from life in our church this past summer.
It’s this simple little parable from August’s “Spirit of Pete Seeger” service. It’s from Pete Seeger’s own introduction to the biography How Can I Keep From Singing, by David King Dunaway:
Maybe there’s room to retell my parable of the Teaspoon Brigade. Imagine a big seesaw. One end is on the ground, held down by a bushel basket half full of rocks. The other end of the seesaw is up in the air with a bushel basket on it one-quarter full of sand.
Some of us have teaspoons and are trying to fill it. Most people are scoffing. “It’s leaking out as fast as you put it in.”
But we say, “No.” We’re watching closely, and it’s a little more full than it was. And we’re getting more and more people with teaspoons. One of these days that whole seesaw will go zoop! In the opposite direction. People will say, “Gee, how did it happen so suddenly?” Us and all our little teaspoons over thousands of years.
Keep in mind that we have to keep using our teaspoons, because the basket does leak.
Are you in the Teaspoon Brigade?
What an incredible thought. Who do you want to be? Do you want to be one of the naysayers on the sidelines? Or are you willing to lend a hand? Are you in the Teaspoon Brigade?
All our work often doesn’t feel like it amounts to much in the grand scheme of things—a few teaspoons here and there of love and hope and possibility—what can they do? It all adds up, though. It really does. As Pete Seeger himself sings: “Just my hands can’t build a world of love. Just your hands can’t build a world of love. But if two and two and fifty make a million, we’ll see that day come ‘round, we’ll see that day come ‘round.”
The Teaspoon Brigade is similar to the idea we talked about this summer with the youth group and in the Mission Trip service, the Jewish idea called Tikkun Olam, or the “healing of the world.” The Rabbis say that the healing of the world is the work of us all—every one of us. And that’s a mighty burden for all of us to bear.
But there are saving graces along the way. One is that none of us does this work alone. We are in this together. And another is the fact that, though healing the world is our work, none of us is expected to finish all the work in our lifetimes. We do not have to do it all, and we do not have to finish it all, but we do have to do our part. One little teaspoon at a time countering the rocks of hate and injustice and impatience and folly with our little simple teaspoons of love and caring and intention and wisdom and peace.
So where are you, where are we all, in this work of healing the world? Are we on the sidelines chanting that it can’t be done. Or are we in the Teaspoon Brigade?
Let’s keep working together.
Let’s keep the basket filling very day.
With Love, Paul
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From Your Minister - July/August 2010 |
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Saturday, 26 June 2010 21:45 |
This past week, in the course of one hour which we spent at Emma’s end-of-the-season softball party, some blessed varmint decided to have at our broccoli plants. Coming home that evening we couldn’t help but notice two rows of what had been beautiful, green, growing plants completely denuded, stripped of leaf and bud.
Now I’m all for wildlife, but it’s hard to keep even a big-picture Gaia-centered mind open in the face of the fact that in that one hour, our friend the woodchuck or the deer, or whomever (oddly they left behind no tracks) ended prematurely the work of weeks by human hands as well as untold amounts of sun, compost and rain.
It’s not the animal’s fault, of course. Like all of us, whatever critter ate the broccoli was only trying to get by as best it could. But still, it’s hard to see those beautiful plants gone so quickly. And it’s hard to see our children’s faces as they learn the hard truth of the world—that all your hope and all your expectation sometimes gets dashed in an instant. This is the world we live in, where days, years, eons of work and care can succumb to a moment of carelessness, of anger, of simple difference in need. The plants in the garden, the cleanliness of a new shirt, the trust in a relationship, a pristine wilderness—all precious, all potentially gone before you even know what happened.
The saving grace, in which we put our faith, is that in the end, persistence and hope do outlast even the most devastating moments of destruction. Whether we are talking about our gardens, our families or our fragile planet, we believe that with love and care and experience and thought, we can bind up the broken, work to make things right, build a land with more beauty, more justice, more peace.
I’ll never claim that this is an easy faith to hold. We all want to throw our hands up at times and walk away.
Planting more plants in our garden at the moment may mean watching them disappear to feed our local wild fauna. But we’ll do it anyway.
We’ll head to Susan Hathorne’s greenhouse this week and pick up some more broccoli starts. And we’ll try to be smarter at protecting them from the creatures of our woods. And even if they get eaten again, we’ll keep the faith, and we’ll teach our children that faith as best we can. It’s the faith that says, yes, disappointing things and worse—they happen sometimes. But we keep going, and we love each other and our world, and we learn from what happens, and above all, we carry on with what is hopeful and beautiful whatever disappointment, whatever destruction may sometimes occur.
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Old Home Day - July 4th Celebration |
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Friday, 04 June 2010 02:07 |
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Get Ready! It’s Time For A Fun Celebration Which Includes One Of Our Fundraisers. It Not Only Raises Money For Our Church But Extends Our Church’s Visibility.
Every year our church has a booth at the celebration that takes place in Hartland. This year it is on Sunday, July 4 from morning until the fireworks display at night Various organizations will have booths at the event which mostly sell food items and we are no different.
To sell we will have: • Bruce Lock and Clyde Jenne’s famous chicken on a stick and dipping sauce it was all a rage last year. • Another favorite is David Day’s pulled pork barbecue on buns. • To make them a meal these will come with coleslaw and potato chips. • Ice cream cones. • Ice cream sundaes and brownie ice cream sundaes. • Soda and coffee. • Glo-sticks.
If you have never participated in this event, please come and experience the camaraderie with your fellow Unitarian Universalists and the community.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 04 June 2010 02:10 )
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From Your Minister - June 2010 |
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Friday, 04 June 2010 01:58 |
My column this month is excerpted from the homily I gave on May 16 as we welcomed new members to our Society.
If you were to diagram our religious community in terms of commitment and depth, it would look a little like a series of concentric circles, or maybe better yet, a spiral—starting from way out, detached, and ending up focused and connected in the middle. Every place along the spiral is important, every nodal point or moment of connection is meaningful and essential to who we are.
On the outside of the spiral, there are visitors, casual acquaintances. A little further in are frequent guests, occasional supporters, other folks who don’t come to church but who wash dishes at turkey suppers, or bring food to the food shelf, or help in some way now and again.
The spiral then progresses through all manner of casual connection—people who get on our e-mail list so they can know what’s going on. People who come to Christmas Eve services. At some point we hit the beginnings of the true heart of our community—the people we call dear friends—those who come regularly, and who offer their support in time and energy and finances.
And then the spiral reaches the most significant gateway point on the spiral, the point of membership, of officially joining our congregation, of signing the book.
From there the spiral keeps going, ever deeper, through deepening of spirit and connection, and through what could be called finding your own calling, your own spiritual work, your own ministry, and then through sharing that ministry out into the congregation, and the wider world. As a community, we are strongest with lots of people in all the levels of the spiral, from the most cursory to the most committed. But the truest measure of the health and vitality of our congregation is the energy and spirit of the people who are our members.
Joining the church is entering into a covenantal relationship. It’s a sacred promise. It is an act that says publically, and with prayer, that we are committed to one another: individuals to the congregation as a whole and the congregation back to each of us as individuals. It’s saying that we support one another, that we agree to have each other’s backs in tough times and to push each other forward when we have the chance.
Membership in a congregation is the definitional requirement of becoming a Unitarian Universalist. You do not join this religious movement by holding or stating a particular belief. You do not become a Unitarian Universalist because some authority or minister or guru or bishop says you can. You become a Unitarian Universalist by committing to be a part of a Unitarian Universalist community.
And there are outward signs of that commitment—ones that we ask of everyone—signing the book, making a financial pledge of whatever size works for you, participating in the leadership and life of the church. But there is also something deeper that happens at some point, for those truly willing to make the commitment.
You start to realize that the essence of your commitment and the depth of your spiritual connection are held most dearly in the strength and the depth of the relationships you build. In a very real sense, you become a Unitarian Universalist only by entering in to the relationships of a congregation. And you become a true member of this community when you remember that those relationships, like human relationships of any kind, take work. That they are not always perfect. That they are not always smooth. When you realize that there is no magic here beyond the real and true magic of imperfect human relationships.
So, put another way, you become a true member of this community the first time you are disappointed, and you come back anyway. If nothing else, Unitarian Universalism is the religion of staying in the room, keeping the conversation open, keeping relationships alive. You become a member of our community when you hit the bumps in the road and you stay in the room. You become a member and a leader when you understand that the disappointments of our community are all of ours—including yours in part—to address, to make right, and to heal.
To our members, to our friends, to all of you, wherever you are on our spiral of connection: This is a place where you are welcome, where you belong, where you are who we are. Welcome home. Welcome to your home, your imperfect but ever-growing home, here in the heart of love.
With Love, Paul
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Monday, 03 May 2010 15:16 |
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Dear Friends,
May 10, 2010 will mark the 208th anniversary of the First Universalist Society of Hartland. On that date in 1802 a few brave souls gathered in the town meetinghouse on Center of Town Road and put their signatures to the charter which created our congregation.
Our existence as a religious community now is the result of a direct and unbroken line descending from those early settlers, through thousands of faithful and hard-working members and friends over the years. That path from 1802 to 2010, however, hasn’t always been smooth. In fact, on several occasions it would have been very easy for our congregation to have disappeared altogether.
In the mid-1800’s for instance, the population of Hartland and our surrounding area decreased significantly as those who farmed in Northern New England headed west in search, literally, of greener pastures. Not long after our present meetinghouse was built in 1853 our congregation found itself so diminished that there was no money to employ a minister, and for many years there was no regular worship in our church. A few members held an annual meeting each year to make sure the charter of the society remained current, but there was no money, no energy, and only the merest hint that our congregation even existed.
In the 1870’s the population recovered a bit, and with the assistance of a retired Universalist minister who settled in town, things began to pick up. By the turn of the century there was a thriving congregation again in Hartland Four Corners. Many of the names on our memorial windows are those who led in the revival of our church.
One of the beneficiaries of the return of Universalism to Hartland was a young man named Stanley Gates Spear. A descendant of some of the founders of Hartland and our Society, Stanley Gates Spear felt a call to the Universalist ministry early on in his life. Working hard, he left Hartland for Tufts University, earned his BA and a ministry degree, and then returned to be ordained here in our sanctuary on August 15, 1900.
For more than 45 years, Stanley Gates Spear served Universalist churches in Massachusetts and Maine. He never directly served our congregation as its minister, but when the Great Depression came, and the resources and numbers of our society diminished again to dangerous levels, Rev. Spear made sure that our congregation could continue faithfully, even through the hard times.
In the mid-1930’s, at the suggestion of Rev. Spear, our congregation joined forces with the Hartland Congregational Church. From that time until the late 1950’s, the two churches shared a minister, worshipped together, and combined resources so that the two congregations could both survive.
Through all those years, when the pulpit was largely filled by Congregationalist ministers, Rev. Spear returned every summer to his family home on Spear Road in Hartland, convened the annual meeting of the Universalist Society, and served as its moderator. He also preached on occasion, and performed baptisms, weddings, funerals, and whatever else needed doing, ensuring that the Universalists in Hartland were served in important moments by someone who shared their faith. As far as I can tell, Rev. Spear was never paid for these services, though I’d bet that he accepted a fine meal or two at the homes of families in the church from time to time. Still, it appears that the driving force behind all that Rev. Spear accomplished in Hartland was nothing more and nothing less than his own faith and his own love.
If you ask folks who grew up in those days as a Universalist in Hartland, they can tell you how important Stanley Gates Spear was to them. It seems clear to me that we probably wouldn’t have a congregation here in Hartland if not for Rev. Spear and the love he gave freely to our church community.
Most ministers leave behind more than their fair share of documents and mementos. The Harvard library archives are filled with boxes upon boxes of sermons, letters, photos, and other collections of ministers’ lives. Unfortunately, Stanley Gates Spear seems to be the exception to this rule. I have looked all over, and I can’t find much documentation of anything that he wrote or said or did. I have a few more ideas of places to look, but I also hope that you who knew Rev. Spear might be willing to share your stories or to let me copy any letters or documents you might have from his life.
I am privileged, currently, to be working on a book project with the Universalist Heritage Foundation, collecting stories that fit under the banner “Love Saves”. I believe Stanley Gates Spear’s love was a saving force for our congregation, and for many of the people whose lives he touched. And there are hints that love was a particular kind of saving force for him in his own life as well. I’d love to document some of his life for our congregation and others to be able to know, and to include a story or two about Rev. Spear in our upcoming book. Stanley Gates Spear died in November of 1961 in Beverly, Massachusetts, where he was the minister for many years, and the director of the Beverly YMCA as well. He was memorialized in his church there, but he was buried here in the Spear family plot in the village cemetery in Hartland. His grave is marked only by a simple footstone, mostly hidden these days by the grass.
I’ll let you in on a secret. On the days when I find myself wondering what the best path is for our congregation, or what it is I should do as your minister, I often find myself standing next to that footstone, reflecting on his love and his long stable ministry in our community—and asking questions of Stanley Gates Spear. It’s not that I think he’s actually right there, or that he’ll answer me directly, but somehow, I find that closeness inspirational.
I think that every long-standing organization that does good hard work in the world occasionally has to rely on a few dedicated souls to help it survive and thrive. That’s certainly been the case in the history of our church, and it’s true now—though we are fortunate to be a growing and energetic congregation, with many hands to share the work and many hearts to offer love.
Happy 208th birthday, First Universalist Society of Hartland Four Corners. On this day, I give thanks for Stanley Gates Spear and for all our ancestors. And I give thanks for you, and for the work of your hearts, minds, and hands, keeping saving love alive in Hartland Four Corners, now and for years to come.
With love,
Paul |
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Jim Scott in Concert, April 17, 7:30 pm |
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Tuesday, 30 March 2010 13:29 |
In Celebration of the 40th Anniversary of Earth Day Jim Scott in Concert First Universalist Society of Hartland, VermontSaturday, April 17, 7:30 PM  Prolific songwriter and former Paul Winter Consort guitarist Jim Scott will bring a musical celebration of Earth Day to a benefit concert on Saturday, April 17, sponsored by the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of the Upper Valley (Norwich), and the First Universalist Society of Hartland, which is hosting the benefit.
Tickets available at the door Adults $15, Children $5 A limited number of priority seats are available. For reservations or information, call 802-698-0257. Known to many as the co-composer of the celebrated Missa Gaia/Earth Mass with the Paul Winter consort, Jim Scott has recorded 7 albums of original music. A tireless activist for the earth, he addresses ecology, justice and peace with insight and gentle wit in songs, poetry, and short stories. A virtuoso guitarist, Jim's lyrical songs remain his greatest offering. He transforms any size audience into an intimate gathering with a fluid guitar and disarming presence.
In recent years Jim has turned more attention to writing choral music, compiling the “Earth and Spirit Songbook,” an anthology of 110 songs that feature writers who share his passion for the Earth. In the PBS series Body and Soul, he has made music with a depth of artistry and craft that separates his art from that of many other singer songwriters. His musical “The Tree and Me” has been presented in Jamestown NY and Albion MI. More information on Jim's work can be found at www.Jimscottmusic.com.
As we present this benefit concert for the 40th Anniversary of Earth Day, the world is in greater peril than ever. Climate change, perhaps the greatest challenge of our time, presents an unprecedented opportunity to build a healthy, prosperous, clean energy economy now. Earth Day 2010 can be a turning point to advance climate policy, energy efficiency, renewable energy and green jobs. After Jim Scott’s concert, you can join the more than one billion people in 190 countries that are taking action for Earth Day. www.earthday.net.
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From Your Minister - February, 2010 |
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Saturday, 30 January 2010 17:39 |
Who shall we be, my friends? As individuals and as a church, who shall we be?
The other day Lucia and I asked our junior youth to think about their life four years from now, when they’re seniors in high school. “When people talk about you then,” we asked, “What do you want them to say?” “Oh, Dylan, he’s the one who…” “Oh, Ethan—he’s so…” You get the picture.
And then we thought and talked for a while about the hopes and dreams we set for ourselves, and how we sometimes get to work consciously toward a specific end, and how sometimes we just get to take what we get in life, and make the best of it, or be the best within it, or just plain do the best we can.
When I meet people in our area and they find out what I do, I almost always get some kind of statement back about our church. “Oh—you’re with the Hartland UU Church—you’re the church that…” And then what they say varies to a great degree.
Wonderfully, most of what I hear is remarkably energetic and positive: “Oh, I keep thinking about going there! Everyone in your church seems so engaged in the community!” “Oh, you’re the church that says ‘Religion for Free Thinkers’ on the sign—I love that! I hear that’s actually true!” “Oh, I know someone who goes there who just loves your church!”
One of my favorite conversations like this happened a while ago, during a turkey supper. One area resident—one who would know such things—took me aside and said, “I want you to know that your church gives the best church suppers in the whole area.” And then he made it clear that he wasn’t talking just about the food. He mentioned the general spirit of the room, and how people working on the supper treated each other and the guests, and just how it felt to be there on that day. “These are good people,” he said, “I can tell.”
Now, I suspect that there are others out there—some of the ones who just nod and say, “That’s nice,” when I meet them, who would share a different opinion if they dared. They’d say, “Oh, you’re that church full of heretics…” or something like that. And that’s ok, too, I suppose—so long as it’s true. At some level, if we’re pleasing everyone, we’re probably not being faithful to who we are. I do get some wrong-headed observations every once in a while (“Oh, you’re the ones who don’t believe anything…”). Some of those folks we can correct, and some would probably never listen no matter how hard any of us tried to get through.
The joy for me is that more and more I am meeting people who seem to have heard about us, and about the good work we are trying to do. That’s wonderful! And now, like those 8th graders, maybe it’s time for us to think about what we want them to say a few years down the road.
“The Hartland UU church—that’s the church that…”
Or even better: “In our church, we…” or “We are people who…”
When you think about our church, who do you say we are? Who do you hope we are becoming? When you talk to people about our church, what do you say, and what would you like to say in a few years’ time?”
I know that we can work consciously toward being the community we want to be, and to sharing the good news of our faith for anyone who wants to hear.
To that end, here’s one statement that I make, to others and to myself about our church—one that I know we are working in all aspects of our church to try to live:
“We are the church that believes in hope and that practices, and holds ourselves accountable, in every thing we do, to love.”
May it always be so.
With love, Paul |
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From Your Minister - December/January 2009/2010 |
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Saturday, 05 December 2009 22:26 |
I met a Native American storyteller once. He told me that the most meaningful stories of his people were only told in the darkest times of the year. “When the snakes are underground,” he said. If the snakes heard the important stories, the people knew, they would take them underground for themselves, taking them away from the people whose stories they truly were. So they waited for the snakes to go underground, and for the skies to darken early, and then, and only then, the people gathered around the fires to tell and to hear the very most important stories of their lives.
In our own culture, too, it seems these dark days are the times when we bring out our very best and most important stories.
In our house there is a whole shelf of books—beautiful books with beautiful stories—that we only read this time of year. I still remember Emma at age three or so, sometime in spring asking to read Wombat Divine, and her confusion when we told her that we saved that story for a special time of year.
I hope that you will enjoy your favorite stories of the season this year. There are so many for December and January. There’s the Grinch, Polar Express and a thousand other titles on all our shelves. For me, I have grown to love (and to listen intently on VPR for) Willem Lange’s “Favor Johnson” and “Christmas on the Party Line”.
More broadly, there are stories of the Northern people, gathered on the plains, lighting fires against the coming dark and singing to the Goddess on the longest night of the year. There are stories of the Macabees and Antiochus, and of the sacred oil that did not burn out, and the lamp of prayer that stayed lit. And there is the story of the miracle child, Jesus, the child bearing nothing less than the promise of divine Love, born in the manger, because there was no room at the inn.
And then, in January, there is the ancient Roman story of the god Janus, who with two faces could look both forward and back, seeing both the past and the future. Janus, the god of dates and doorways, who gives his name to this first month of the year.
And there are the three stories of Epiphany—the Wise Ones of the East visiting the child in the manger, Jesus turning the water into wine at the wedding at Cana, and later standing in the river Jordan being baptized by John.
And in January, too, we gather to tell each other and our children our more modern, but still deeply meaningful stories of Martin Luther King, Jr. who helped the people keep the faith in the face of great injustice and fear, and who worked to lead us all away from the many oppressions of our times—offering love and faith to us all, whether we were or are among the oppressed, or among the oppressors.
And through all these days, for each of us, there are personal stories and traditions resting in our own hearts, too, waiting to be passed on, waiting for these just right days, when the stories can be told, when the children can listen and hear and learn (even if they reach a time when, for a while, they won’t admit to claiming the stories for their own).
And through all these days, we are all living and telling the stories of our own lives every day. We tell each other and ourselves who we are and why we do what we do, and who we are working to be.
In this season of stories, perhaps we can all ask ourselves, in the midst of all the old stories, what the story is we hope to tell of our lives in this next year.
And maybe we can stop, in the darkness, in the holiness that is all around, despite the busyness, despite the clutter and the commercialism—maybe we can stop and ask ourselves how the story we tell with our lives in the next year might be different, might deepen, and take on even more life.
We can ask what our story will look like in the coming year if we were to live as boldly as we know we can—or more boldly even, in the pursuit of what we believe. If we were to trust ourselves and our community and our faith to hold us, whatever mistakes we might make along the way, if we make those mistakes in the name of life well lived, in the name of the divine Love that is there, and that the stories say was first born and promised and felt and lived in these darkest months of the year.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Joyous Yule! Happy New Year!
Happy Story Telling Season! When the snakes have gone underground—and the most precious stories of our lives can be told and lived, again and again.
With Love,
Paul
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Monday, 26 October 2009 19:56 |
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September’s theme for Children’s Chapel focused on flowers and gardens. Lyndsie Rice chose to bring in The Lupine Lady to read for the “liturgy.” It was the ideal story to demonstrate faith in action. It is fulfilling to observe the children take ownership of their RE rituals and spiritual exploration. In our third year using a similar RE format, Todd and I were able to assume a supportive role as the children comfortably led the Children’s Chapel. It was a great segue for their Faith in Action class. Nine children demonstrated stewardship of the church. With the guidance of Pattie Russell and me, they weeded the flower gardens, dug up the dahlias to store over the winter and raked the lawns. After the service Karen Leister, four children and I headed to Riverview Farms in Plainfield to explore the corn maze and to pick apples. Karen and I got our exercise trying to find our way out of the maze. The children eventually came to our rescue and led us out of it!
October 18 was the first child-led Intergenerational service of the year, called Stories of Community, Stories of Service. As we commenced our annual fundraiser turkey suppers, it was a great opportunity for us to reflect upon and share stories about the service work we do, and the ways it nourishes us. Some of our youth and children spoke to the congregation about their experiences doing volunteer work. They pointed out with clarity the essence of joy volunteering can bring when it comes from the heart, and shared through a common connection or a smile of gratitude. When I open myself to hear the authentic wisdom of youth and children, it fills me with warmth and pride.
In Joyful Spirit,
Jill Lloyd, DRE
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