Greetings from the land beyond the river! We are still living out of boxes, but they are OUR boxes, and we love them. A funny thing happened on the way to our new ministry. Since the elder assigned to do the announcements was out of town, I was handed a bulletin and pointed toward the pulpit. It was a bit like reading the names during an obituary. I wasn’t sure how to pronounce the names (butchered one, for sure) and wasn’t quite sure if I had met any of the folks for whom we were praying. But things went well, and we are enjoying our new surroundings.
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