What do you mean, "probably?" I remember a June wedding in Meadville, next door to Mom's house. They pitched a dinner tent. It was a typical chilly, NW PA day, and it got chillier when the wind rose. Table cloths whipped in the breeze and paper plates sailed into the air. Everytime the caterers opened the door to bring out a vat of food, the guests pushed past them to get into the house. Soon all the chefs and waiters were in the tent and all the guests were in the kitchen.
For Margaret and Joel who are true disciples ministering to the people on the poorest Native American reservation in the US. And especially for Margaret who has more funerals in a month than most priests have in several years. And thanks for allowing the children to call her Grandma. She is the best possible person/priest in her position. For Peg and Jim. For all those who believe that guns can solve our problems. For our dysfunctional Congress. For Christ Church Meadville. For R and D especially for R. For me. For Ward. For Bro John. For Jim, especially. For those in the church who are distressed. For A as she deals with dysfunction. For Ginny. For Amelia. For Julie Anne. For Danny. For Amy. For J's mom. For Art and Mary. For rain in California. For Jeri. For Caleb and those who research RA. For J and D. For Tim and Ruth. For Ted. For VC and N. For Lee. For S and P.
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What do you mean, "probably?" I remember a June wedding in Meadville, next door to Mom's house. They pitched a dinner tent. It was a typical chilly, NW PA day, and it got chillier when the wind rose. Table cloths whipped in the breeze and paper plates sailed into the air. Everytime the caterers opened the door to bring out a vat of food, the guests pushed past them to get into the house. Soon all the chefs and waiters were in the tent and all the guests were in the kitchen.
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