Sing a New Song!

The process of creating my final Advent sermon this season has inspired me to sing – sing badly and happily all those Christmas songs I generally cringe at from a theological perspective. Always the contradiction! Here is a bit of what has emerged from that sermon. 

May Christmas bless you with the depths of connection to All That Is.

Sing a New Song!

Like Mary sang anew

the old, old hymn of Hannah

Like Isaiah drew new depths

from Moses’ song of salvation

Like this voice gives new voice

to cherished carols, sacred carols,

God’s Word

sings

creative energies

fertile

and ready to gestate

her next wonder.

(Mary's song - Luke 1; Hannah's song - 1 Samuel 2; Isaiah's song - Isaiah 12; Moses' song - Exodus 15)

Friday Night

Friday night with friends - how could it get any better? 

Scissors!!!

I hadn't made a paper snowflake since elementary school, and my first try last night turned out, well, elementary. But with Maria's artistic inspiration, I soon learned to wield my weapon with much more fluidity. (Jamie and John refrained from participating in the paper party - they were snowflake flakes). 

The results were beautiful against the morning sky.

Close Encounters... with a Grapefruit

We all know that grapefruits come in their own, prepackaged, perfectly sized, biodegradable bowls,

but have you ever really looked at the interior of a grapefruit?

I did this morning - and it's both weird/creepy as well as amazingly textured, miniature and kinda pretty.

I'd never bothered to really look, but today I realized that there are thousands of tiny, bursting water (citrus) balloons filling every grapefruit. Little pearls of squishy, explosive, worm-like threads (gross!) that made me pause in awe at their intricate design, laugh out loud at their ability to shoot their juiciness across the room like milk from a cow's teat, and squirm in discomfort at the idea of eating a see-through (lifeless) grub. All of this with breakfast! It should be a good day.

Do Nothing! Friday Five

Friday Five... Do Nothing Edition

Thanks to Sally for this Friday Five! I am reading a wonderful little book for Advent it's title: "Do nothing Christmas is Coming!" So this week's Friday Five is simple: List Five things you won't be doing to prepare for Christmas. And while you are doing nothing play the bonus, put your feet up and listen to your favourite Advent Carol, and post it or a link to it...
Simple!

Oh such a freeing FF! (It almost feels like I'm making resolutions). And yet, this is really hard for me, rather than simple. Makes me think....

I will NOT be buying/decorating a huge tree - which is a huge relief, this year.

I will NOT be packing bags and going anywhere, and no one is unpacking their bags in our guest room - Christmas is going to be a relaxing week.

I will NOT be purchasing a lot of gifts - I'm going to use my creativity to make everything I can for dear ones!

I will NOT deconstruct and apologize for my sentimental choices to sing along with favorite Christmas music from my childhood (even though it represents theological understandings I can't agree with and/or ridiculous silliness that makes no sense whatsoever).

I will NOT lament any of the above when Christmas finally arrives!

Bonus: I am now sitting with my feet up and enjoying my favorite Advent carol - the ever wonderful O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.

Fearsome Beasts

Just northeast of Denver there is a Wild Animal Sanctuary. Lions and tigers and bears... and leopards and wolves and emus and coatimundis, oh my! Each of these creatures has been rescued - either from people who thought they would make good pets or from the circus, etc. - and given safe space to roam. The experience of seeing such beautiful beasts cared for right in my backyard was beyond breathtaking.

So tame. I am the foreign creature

amidst these powerful paws and muscular jaws.

I am intruder to be watched, judged dangerous

yet safe behind high fences.

You, with your black eyes,

despise my gaze - a voyeur

one of many smelling too excited.

You stay calm in your cage.

My breath quickens and my ancient animal self recalls you intimately.

Fearsome. Beautiful.

I am prey -

yet I pray for you.

~~~

On a different yet similar note, this past Sunday was the beginning of Advent - a time when we prepare for the coming of Christ. The scripture texts spoke both of the first coming (as a child) and of what has been called the "second" coming. In preparing for my sermon, I stumbled again across William Butler Yeats' poem "The Second Coming" - which I found both disturbing and resonant and, yes, even hopeful. I offer it for yet another "fearsome beast" reflection.


THE SECOND COMING (1920) by William Butler Yeats
    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Thanksgiving Prep FF

Oh, it's the perfect Friday Five for me today. I believe I'm experiencing the mullygrubs - Mom and Dad finished their annual visit yesterday, the holidays are closing in with no family again this year, and a general mully-grubbiness has latched on... so here comes the cure via FF!
Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bed ridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.

--Ginger Andrews (from Hurricane Sisters)

So this Friday before Thanksgiving, think about Aunt Bert and how she'll celebrate Thanksgiving! And how about YOU?

1. What is your cure for the "mulleygrubs"?
Love. Being around people who love me and whom I love. Friends, family, other loving people.
2. Where will you be for Thanksgiving?
We still haven't figured this out yet. Has anyone experienced some "alternative" options for the holiday that may be fun and meaningful? We're thinking of volunteering somewhere to serve food, but the local options are always swamped with volunteers. Other thoughts...?
3. What foods will be served? Which are traditional for your family?
All the familiar Thanksgivingy stuff are our traditions... but one year Jamie and I tried going to a Southern restaurant as an "alternative" :). It didn't work out so well for a holiday-feel.
4. How do you feel about Thanksgiving as a holiday?
Tough question! It is so many-layered and challenging. I tend to celebrate it as a secular U.S. holiday, a time for traditions and families and gratitude (to the Holy, of course, since that's my framework). I struggle with the historical conquest of native peoples, so if we celebrate publicly I try to honor that truth amidst giving thanks.
5. In this season of Thanksgiving, what are you grateful for?
Everything! I have been blessed with a wonderful spouse, a great job, a beautiful (rented) home and fun and loving cats. I have enough to eat, a warm bed and friends who care. I am healthy. My life is a veritable cornucopia of good things - what could I not be grateful for?!! (begone, mullygrubs!)

~~~

The mullygrubs have almost conquered

my spirit

trying to pull me

down into earth-bound disdain for

feeling

Grumpy-angry-old-woman-choice

to groan and diminish or grow and finish

life

on the ups. 

It is a choice, she croons in my defensive ear

it is a way of seeing the is-ness of it all.

What all,

I wonder impertinent

and prayerful

that she will convince me

won't stop at the roadblocks I throw into her path

to my shyly-peeking-open-soul-door.

keep coming, don't stop, hurdle the concrete barrier of my pain

and sweep the door open with Spirit-powered wind

hushing words

silently tucking themselves into my psyche's bedding

ready to sleep, and dream, and never

ever

fear

Visitations...

...and I do not mean angelic.


I think the photograph depicts quite clearly the nature of the visitation. One face is calling out for help; the other is expressing direct disdain for the whole situation. Neither one is accustomed to having the other around: Puck enjoys the quiet of living a more monk-like existence (Mom tends to be more boisterous), and Mom doesn't generally go in for cats sitting on her lap (or on the couch, or even the carpet, for that matter). 


As for me, I think periodic changes and challenges to our familiar surroundings or ways of living are good for us. Not preferred, naturally, but growthful. Heaven help us all!
:P 

Bud-wise-errrr

I've lived in Fort Collins for 5 years, and today was the first time I've ever been to the Budweiser brewery. The tasting room was cozy - of all things, I didn't expect warm atmosphere, a working fireplace and a great view of the mountains. If you visit northern Colorado, I recommend the tour (alongside the many micro-breweries here). My parents were particularly enamored of the clydesdales... I liked the commercials, past and present, since I don't have TV.
:)

New New NEW!

I always look forward to the Friday Five - especially when I can be so very RANDOM!

Songbird's invitation...

***Friday Five: What's New?

There's a new baby on my street, a double

PK whose Mom and Dad are Methodist

pastors and church planters. I'm hoping to

go over and meet her today. I love new babies, the way they smell and their sweet little fingers and toes. Little K has me thinking about all the new things that please us with their shiny freshness.

Please share with us five things you like *especially* when they are new.***

1. New pens and new notebooks. Mmmmm, the feel of writing with the smooth flow of a newly opened fountain pen (or its imitation, since that's what I can afford) on a fresh page - there is nothing like it!

2. A new book! The cover unblemished and the pages just begging for my input on their fresh margins. (again, a pen & a book - am I sensing a theme?)

3. A new bag. Whether a linen grocery bag, knitted

purse, or backpack - any bag! It wasn't until just a few years ago that I started switching out my bags/purses like crazy... particularly my computer bag. I had a great one on wheels that I rolled everywhere (the coffee shop, in particular, which completely embarrassed my partner). My current one is hot pink/purple with multicolored polka dots! (note: bags can carry pens & books).

4. New shoes. Again, it wasn't until a few years ago (after I moved to Colorado) that I began to enjoy nice shoes. Maybe it's having to be comfortable on your feet while wanting to be fun or stylish?

5. A new haircut. I just had 5 inches taken off my head yesterday (plus some extra in layers). A haircut is never exactly the same as when it's new.

Pizza & Faces

Enough said?!

It's been a couple weeks since I returned from Kansas

(I still can't believe I made an intentional visit to the mid-west... and enjoyed it - go figure),

but I have waited to post these photos because I want to do them justice.

Truly, the slice is as big as her face.

I LOVE THIS PIZZA PLACE.

Thank you, Kendra & John, for sharing your creation with us!

Yum

Musical Friday Five

MUSICAL FRIDAY FIVE

Over at RGBP, Songbird writes,It was ... Martin Luther who said:"I have no use for cranks who despise music, because it is a gift of God. Music drives away the Devil and makes people gay; they forget thereby all wrath, unchastity, arrogance, and the like. Next after theology, I give to music the highest place and the greatest honor."

On this Friday before Reformation Sunday, let's talk about music. Share with us five pieces of music that draw you closer to the Divine, that elevate your mood or take you to your happy place. They might be sung or instrumental, ancient or modern, sacred or popular...whatever touches you.

My deepest connection with music is through singing along to the radio/cds... even if the song has no words, I vocalize - lalala, hum, etc - to feel the music in my physical being. Here are 5 (in no particular order) that particularly speak to my spirit:

1) Catch me singing "Hammer and a Nail" (Indigo Girls) in the shower many mornings. "Gotta get out of bed, get a hammer and a nail - learn how to use my hands not just my head - I think myself into jail - Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose - gotta tend the earth if you want a rose!" It's a great way to remind myself to get moving; God has called me into the world. (YouTube video here - but, thank heaven, it's not me singing)

2) I can't sing the Dixie Chicks' "Top of the World" without passion and a lump forming in my throat - it's such a soul-longing search for redemption that it encourages me to try to live life without those deep regrets. (another YouTube video)

3) If I had to choose a favorite hymn (too hard a task, by far!), I might name "O For a Thousand Tongues" in sentimental honor of my United Methodist roots - but really, most hymn-lyrics to the tune of AZMON make my heart sing.

4) Melissa Ferrick's "'Til You're Dead" just makes me happy because it's a song Jamie sang to me early on in our (now 10-year!) relationship.

5) And just because I'm totally boring and predictable, if I need a pick-me-up, or if I'm having a joyful day and want to celebrate it, or for almost any other reason, I put in any Indigo Girls cd and sing along. Lyrics, music, spirituality and social justice emphasis make their music speak to every part of who I am.

On a similar note, if you haven't read Don & Emily Saliers' book A Song to Sing, A Life to Live: Reflections on Music as Spiritual Practice I highly recommend it! It's from the perspective of a professor of liturgy/music (Don) and his daughter, a "pop" musician (Emily).

Wind Turbines in Kansas

WIND TURBINES IN KANSAS

The tops of their spinning rudders

disappear into sky;

fade to mystery as they wind

unknown in lowered clouds.

What songs do they sing to the sun

beyond my sight?

Are they whispering love sonnets

to water particles clinging to their blades?

Is there a suffering sigh

pulled through each draft?

Or are they mute, indifferent to

their existence; solitary amidst a

clan of multiples - twins, triplets, quintuplets -

cousins and in-laws living in the same 90-acre house?

Alone.

Study Week part II

It's only Friday, and I've actually succeeded in reading some of what I set out to soak in this week (totally unexpected from one who reads so very slowly...at least re: non-fiction). I even remained open to the Spirit to lead me a little off track with one of my selections. Here is what I've accomplished so far:

Resonant Leadership: Renewing Yourself and Connecting with Others Through Mindfulness, Hope, and Compassion and Leaders Who Last: Sustaining Yourself and Your Ministry are both excellent reads in multiple arenas. First, of course, leadership skills; followed very closely by renewal and sustenance; and guiding others in leadership ability. I find them particularly relevant to church leadership, but their insights, probing questions and exercises can be applied to any number of fields (Resonant Leadership is actually directed toward businesses, but the principles stand for any entity desiring to be grounded in a holistic approach to their goals).

Conversation as Ministry: Stories and Strategies for Confident Caregiving was not on my initial list of intended reading. However, its focus on developing skills that enable members of the faith community to hold "pastoral conversations" will benefit our lay caring visitors. The numerous stories and succinct summaries will be great resources for me in continued training of members for this ministry.

I am about halfway through Prayer and Our Bodies. While seemingly quite distinct from the other texts I've chosen, the readings in this book have coincided unexpectedly with each of the others. Corresponding quotes from G.K. Chesterton and Mechtild of Magdeburg are the least of the similarities. The greatest synchronicity is the reminder in each that we must be mindful, aware and check in with our bodies (as well as our spirits, emotions and minds) in order to be whole, spiritual, human beings.

I'll try to update if I finish The Art of Faith or Walking on Water, both of which I've also begun...

Study Leave/Reading Week

One of the true gifts of being a pastor is being able to take time to renew yourself & revitalize your ministry. Of course, your church also has to recognize the power of such sabbath time for the work you share. Happily, mine does; starting Monday, I get to renew & revitalize.

Since I have not yet finished Margaret Marcuson's Leaders Who Last: Sustaining Yourself and Your Ministry, I will begin this reading week by immersing myself in its wisdom*. Marcuson (quotes Gerald May who) refers to 16th century mystic John of the Cross' statement:

"God does not fit in an occupied heart".

Throughout this week I hope to hold an open heart, listening to where Spirit leads and daring to follow that voice. I hope to empty my heart of old and no-longer necessary "truths", so I may hold space for what the Divine has been waiting to put in their place. I hope to hang the "vacancy" sign, bright and flashing.

I also hope to check in with a couple other valuable resources - all in the arenas of leadership in congregations, renewal or self-care, and the spiritual practice of art/writing. Some of the possibilities are:

• Resonant Leadership by Richard Boyatzis and Annie McKee
• Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art by Madeleine L'Engle
• The Art of Faith by Cathy Coffey
• Prayer and Our Bodies by Flora Slosson Wuellner
• The Equipping Church by Sue Mallory
• Hear and Be Wise: Becoming a Preacher and Teacher of Wisdom by Alyce M. McKenzie

We shall see what comes...

*If you've been following for a while, you'll remember I've been trying to hold myself accountable to reading 3 different books on leading well. I've finished the first one, don't overly appreciate much of the theology in the second one, and the third one is this one by Marcuson.

Sacred Moments

SACRED RITES FRIDAY 5

Sophia of RevGalBlogPals invites us into special memories of "rites" this week with her reflection: I will be at my new Independent Catholic church's yearly Synod, being welcomed and conditionally re-consecrated to episcopal ministry for this jurisdiction....[I'm] making last preparations for my preaching, presiding, and teaching during the week. Exciting stuff but also nervous making with less time to prepare than I would prefer and lots of new people to meet--especially because, in accord with the pioneering status of ordained Catholic women, 95% or more will be men and I am not sure how receptive some may be to the Christian feminist theological/liturgical perspective!

This has me thinking of the special rites of passage in our lives which we participate for ourselves or in which we support and bless others: baptism, confirmation, marriage, ordination, graduation, funerals, etc. Such important days, so exciting and joyous, but also sometimes anxiety provoking or deeply painful....So, this week, please share five memories of such sacred moments with God and her holy people from your life and the lives of those you love.

So I begin...

1. The first special rite that called to my memory is my ordination: May 10, 2003. There are 2 points that remain vivid -- seeing Jamie (my partner) standing in the high pulpit of the Congregational Meeting House reading the words of Mary's Magnificat; and the moment after I

kneeled and was blessed with so many hands laid upon me... I stood and felt myself being pulled higher and higher, through the crown of my head, as if I'd be pulled right off my feet into the air (I can't describe it any better - It was awe-some).

2. I know we minister-types are prone to appreciating the beauty and hope found in funerals, but the one that has meant more than I can describe was being asked (as we drove from CT to IA for the funeral) to officiate at Jamie's grandfather's service. The mix of Roman Catholics and United Methodists made me (a UCC clergywoman) an interesting choice to begin - add to the mix that I'd only met him a few times, and (the kicker) I'm his granddaughter's lesbian partner... well, I've never been more honored in my life.

3. Of course, my wedding (of the church, not the state) was a moment of such sacred joy for me. What a gift to make this covenant before my family of faith, my family of origin and my extended families of love and friendship - and their covenant of love and support in return!

4. It seems an odd inclusion on this list, but a very holy passage for me was the day I realized I was not heterosexual: coming out was truly a revelation from God for my life. In that 1 day I told some of the most important people in my life - myself (most important), my parents, the person I felt attraction toward, my best friend, my boy friend (so hurtful - I would change that if I could), and my Christian mentor (from Confirmation through senior high).

5. I feel somewhat trivial in adding this, but it was an incredible mountaintop experience for my life. I got to spend several days on retreat and in workshops with Emily Saliers of the Indigo Girls - hiking up mountains, meditating on

petroglyphs, listening to her talk about the spirituality of her music. Emily is one of my favorite theologian/musician/justice-seekers, and whenever I need grounding or pick-me-ups or peace or anything, I tend to turn toward her lyrics.

I'd just like to note these are in no particular order :).

Snow Photos

I chose to enjoy the snow today - good choice.

Here are some "action shots" of flakes doing their thing...

(click to enlarge and really see the details)

Snow

SNOW

October. Early October.

I awoke in the deep dark of lengthening night

to visit with a church member prior to surgery.

Stepping out of my car I thought,

"Oh! Mist".

(Very perceptive; quite expressive - that's me before coffee).

Home again I noticed the mist had just a few white flakes spiraling through its dance ,

and I called Jamie to let her know: "there's snow".

A moment ago, fluffy, spongy blobs began to slush in random death on the sidewalk.

Now I am witness to an official snowfall - the first of the season - less periodic, more persistent in their dive.

Rather than slush on impact, flakes bounce or skitter.

Either way, pedestrians pull into themselves.

~~~

All of this to say, I think I'm amazed at the weather change today. Yesterday the sun smiled distant warmth to the depth of my bones; today the sky drapes around me with an earth-bound cloudy blanket.

How do we negotiate such quick change?

World Communion

In meditating/preparing for my World Communion Sunday sermon, this is the prayer-poem that emerged. It's not refined, finished or edited. It's just what came out of my sitting with the Spirit.

Jesus Christ, your body has been broken

asunder by nations' border lines

by picket fences and closed garage doors.

Your body has been broken by

a two-party system that prays: "May the

Lord watch between me and thee, while we

are absent, one from the other" (Gen. 31:49).

Your body has been broken apart by

betrayed vows and forgotten trust;

broken by blood poured out in abuse,

violence, fear, destruction.

You are broken, O Christ, again and again

by me and those I love. You are broken and

we think to put you back together - like some

sacred Humpty Dumpty - by working out

our guilt with charity.

Jesus Christ, your body is broken

for me and for many. Let your blood pour

out in healing rivers of love - revealing your life

as the ultimate example of bringing back together:

ourselves with ourselves

ourselves with God

ourselves with one another.

Your body is broken, O Christ. But not for nothing.

Image is "One Sacred Community" by Mary Southard, CSJ. Mary says, "This community is part of the larger Earth communion of Life: brother sun, sister moon, the rocks and winds, fire and water and all that lives and grows --- in the heavens, the seas, the soil. The fire rising from the bottom, the burning bush, reminds us that we are on holy ground. ... The image is at the heart of the longing of the Holy One, That All May Be ONE."

Autumnal Friday Five

RevGalBlogPals' SingingOwl posted this morning: The Autumnal Equinox has just come 'round again. I took a look back at our Friday Fives and noted that it always seems to make the Rev Gals and their Pals think of changes... For this week, let's share some memories along with some hopes and expectations.

1. Share a Fall memory.

Driving on I-80 for the final 10 miles into the Delaware Water Gap - it's less a memory than THE most beautiful fall foliage I've ever seen (it could have something to do with having grown up nearby) - both sides of the road - through the Appalachian Mountains - until you're driving right alongside the river into the Gap. Stunning!

2. Your favorite Fall clothes--(past or present)?

Cozy! Jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt. I'm particularly fond of my forest green Ring Lake Ranch petroglyphs T.

3. Share a campfire story, song, experience...etc.

Ahhhh, the joy of being an adult at a campfire sing-along! I can be as goofy as I wanna be! (That would be me on the left).

4. What is your favorite thing about this time of year?

Everything: the smells of the ground turning flowers back into earth, the colors of the leaves on the trees and the fields changing, the cooling air wrapping around me. All of it brings a sense of deepening for me. It's made me begin contemplating my All Saints'/Totenfest sermon, as I watch all natural things turn toward death... and I find it stunningly beautiful alongside a sweet ache of loss.

5. What changes are you anticipating in your life, your church, family...whatever...as the season changes and winter approaches?

I am hoping to focus some of my energies more strongly on planning a sabbatical for next summer. I'm not a "planner", so it'll be a definite change of pace. Plus I've never taken (or even imagined) a sabbatical, so this will be very interesting interior work.

No Where = Good Destination

On a beautiful road trip to no where yesterday (seriously: just driving for the sake of a beautiful Saturday and the changing colors of aspen leaves), I passed these stairs along the roadside. They seemed a perfect illustration for my journey. There is simply no destination at the top.

Some days I think this is where God is calling us to travel - nowhere, just for the beauty of enjoying Her creation and the gift it is to our spirits.

May no where be a beautiful destination for you sometime this week!

It's Okay to Cry Here

All around downtown Loveland there are various artistic expressions that

pedestrians can engage (or ignore) as they pass by.

Wandering the streets yesterday with Jamie and a friend,

we stumbled upon this piece that caught my attention

much more than most of the others.

If I had been alone, I think I may have been tempted to curl up on the bench nearby

and take the painting up on its offer of support.

Alas, I only had a moment to snap this picture.

...maybe another time?

Lineage of Opportunity

I recently came across this writing exercise that made me appreciate some of the many people who directly influenced me getting to be where I am today (in particular, my job - which is the perfect job for me). It says, "I realized that behind each branching of the work I love lies a lineage of opportunity, six degrees of separation seen in retrospect .... Take something you do now that you love: Who helped you get there? And who connected you to that person?"

While most of you won't have a clue who these people are, I celebrate them here (and maybe one of them will google him/herself sometime and see their influence!). So here is my:

Lineage of Opportunity

Associate Minister for Congregational Life & Care

Plymouth UCC

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Rebecca Voelkel

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Louise Higginbotham

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United Church on the Green, UCC

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Maureen Gilmore-Hebert

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Sue Asher

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Yale-New Haven Hospital

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Heiner Spittler

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St. Joseph Hospital

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Kathleen Greider

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Claremont School of Theology

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Christine Reimer

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Darrell Woomer

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Lebanon Valley College

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Vicki Brendler

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Bianca Podesta

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Nancy Belsky

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Bill Noll

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Belvidere United Methodist Church

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Mom & Dad

Many, many thanks to each and every one!