Saints-You Saint-Me

Last Sunday’s epistle lesson is still rattling around in my head.
That’s not a bad thing. In fact it’s quite good to have a passage keep working within me. That, for me, is a sign that I am encountering the Logos, the WORD, and being ever so softly and gently prodded to take note of the message for the world today.

The lesson from Romans 12:9-21,(Found here) was used at our Eucharist Service at Bloy House on Saturday as well as at the principle worship services Sunday.

I was the lay reader for the lesson on Saturday, but was not fully prepared for the day’s assignment. Small communication issues, and only cursory reading of the text on Saturday, along with the reality that as a reader, one is more concerned with performance, articulation and pronunciation, than comprehension and engagement of the text itself meant that the Word was not yet fully heard by my own ears or received in my heart.

Sunday morning, however, it was an entirely different matter. Now, seated in the chancel during our early service, I was fully present to the word. I was one with ears and ready to hear to the word of the Lord.

In hearing the text read by another voice, one phrase jumped out at me.

“Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers.”

I was grabbed by the Holy Spirit to hear, and remember the original context.

The saints the Apostle Paul was referring to weren’t those dead and gone to glory saints we think of. NO, not those!

The saints were the faithful. They were the followers of the way. Those servants of God that shared Eucharist week by week, or perhaps even some shared it day by day. The saints were those who labored for the master to increase the harvest of souls for the kingdom of God on earth.

This is an experience of Lectio Divina. Encountering the living Word, through the hearing of the reading of the text. Lectio Divina works to shift our attentions and senses. It works by forcing us not to rely on our eyes and to allow the ears to work to engage the Holy. It wasn’t a casual statement that Jesus would make as he gave instruction; “Let those who have ears, listen.”

But I digress, a bit.

Back to the great aha for me.

I was remembering a brief encounter with the Editor of St. Timothy’s Newsletter. She commented on the article (posted below) submitted for September’s issue that explained my process toward ordination. Her word was to say, there was no “shameless begging” in writing the reality of costs and need for support. It was important for the members to understand the breadth and depth of commitment and resources required in order to raise up the ordained ministers needed for God’s work on earth. At the time I nodded in agreement, but maybe not fully believing, on a personal level that I should expect that support.

Now, I hear the letter to the saints in Rome, and by extension to all of us in the present age and realize, I am a saint deserving support.

For years I have spoken on behalf of the saints in service to missions abroad asking for support.

I have asked for contributions to build homes with people who desire a simple decent place to live.

I asked for money to help bring immediate comfort in times of disasters, and for funds to rebuild after devastations from fire, floods, tornados, hurricanes, and earthquakes.

I asked for food contributions to aid seniors, homeless and unemployed.

I reminded people that the children of the world need full bellies in order to learn about the love of God and to grow in wisdom and knowledge to become self-sufficient.

I have pleaded for the widows and orphans, and along with my small financial resources encouraged others to support the work of the church around the world.

I could list on and on the causes I have asked for support for, and missioners I have encouraged through the support of congregations. Suffice it to say that it has always been for someone else, some other saints, that I have made the case, not for my own benefit.

Never once did I do so, with the expectation that at some point I too would become the object of a plea for support, thus acting in some sort of proactive quid pro quo manner.

But, in hearing the text this past Sunday, the Word reminded me that I am a saint, faithful in following the commands and invitations of Christ. I am also worthy of the support that the saints, the faithful of God, (that would be you, the reader) can offer to bring glory to God in our shared ministry. I also must state my needs as so many have before, making my needs known.

In fact, it seems that the lesson Tim and I are being urged by the Holy Spirit to learn is one about interdependence. It seems pretty clear that relying solely upon our own resources is not part of God’s design. Independence is a mirage. Learning to find support through the community has been part of the model for the followers of the way since the beginning of the Way, at least that is the model found in the Book of Acts.

We need prayer support. We desire an opening of the way that he would once again see success in his work. I require your prayers for energy and focus to complete the course of study that is laid out before me. We desire to be faithful in following the call that has been placed upon us as a couple to be servants in ministry with a congregation and within a community.

“DO not lag in zeal, be ardent in spirit, serve the Lord.”

Seminary Week One

The first week of classes is in the can.

Friday I arrived in Claremont and proceeded through the rituals of student life.

Pay tuition installment #1.

Pick up the last of the texts needed for the semester at the Huntley Bookstore. (or so I think.)

Check in at Myra House, do a quick orientation tour to the premises and meet the other ETSC Bloy House student who will be staying at Myra House throughout the semester.

Back down the hill to the campus to community supper, worship and class.

Sitting in the first class, comparing the book lists in the syllabus to the early edition, discover there is still one more book to purchase. <3 Class ends pretty much on time, and now we (carpooling from Myra house with my retreat house co-resident.) get back to the house to discover arriving in the pitch black after the All Lights Out hour is a bit of adventure.

Saturday Morning early rising, after a less than perfect night's sleep we dress, and then drive to the campus and head out for an "early" walk to the Village before class starts at 8AM. OOPS. Seems we need to allow more time. (Why don't classes start at 8:30AM?)

The classroom just seemed to be getting hotter by the minute in the morning. Good introduction to the material, and a few new faces in this class but my new Myra House friend is in all three of the classes I'm in.

Worship in Kresge Chapel is a refreshing break from the heat of the class. Of course it has all the comfortable features of our Episcopal worship. Dean Sweeney reminds us that the texts of this week all carry one theme, being grown-up Christians. Not milk texts, this is real meat for the mature follower of Jesus. Oh, and a special service to acknowledge all matriculating students (that would include yours truly, and our Sr. Warden who has just begun the Fresh Start Course for Lay Leaders :-))

...pictures for library card...(thank goodness I had my hair cut and no stupid permanent this time around ;-))

Lunch in the Broken Loaf....

And back to class.

(Oh my ever loving Lord, does it really have to be this hot!) Craig Building air inconveniently does not work on the weekends. Really, CST, can't that timing system be adjusted?

By the end of the day I think I sweated away every ounce of water from my body. But it was a great first week of classes.

Ten years ago September 11, 2001 after watching and listening to the news of the Twin towers and Pentagon attacks I sat down in Craig 110 to start my first class in the first semester of seminary studies. That day I felt overwhelmed by all of what was occurring around me and scared to death I would never make it through any of the classes. I had started with a load of 5 classes and would recognize within a week that it would be best to cut back to the standard 4 classes if I was to make it through all the reading and writing requirements.

So different was the first day of classes this time around. I "know" the language of theology. I think in theological terms now, and have the basis for reflection well anchored. The mood of the week was friendly, and intimate. We are a small cohort, compared to the cohort I started with at CST, which seems a bit unimaginable because I thought that was a nice size entering class, about 40 of us in 2001.

Saturday was a very busy day in the life of our congregation and I was sorry to miss the memorial service for a very dear and gifted person, Stuart Kellogg. Yet, I am blessed and grateful that I have the opportunity to be supported and encouraged by the members of St. Timothy's Episcopal Church, my church home. It was a wonderful way to conclude my first week back in seminary, by joining for the fellowship of the Annual Luau. I confess I was completely exhausted by the time I arrived home, and could only think just barely enough to bring in my things and toss them on table.

Sunday services, catching up with correspondence, and just trying to get organized.

Tomorrow is another day...for reading!

Anglican Studies

I’m on the road toward ordination, and I’m going back to school!

This is the class of students I met for the first time at the Bloy House orientation on August13. Does the scenery look familiar? Yes it's the campus of Claremont School of Theology, with Butler Building and Kresge Chapel.

Many questions have been asked about just what exactly is entailed before I will be ready for ordination. I hope this will help everyone understand what I will need to do before reaching the place of being available to search for a call to any parish or mission in the Episcopal Church.

Much of the usual seminary education is already complete but there are specific classes which are required before I will be eligible to take the General Ordination Exam (GOE). Bishop Bruno calls this being “retread” as an Anglican. I prefer to think of it as “Finishing School”. Either way, the purpose is to provide the specific knowledge base required to effectively serve as a priest in the Episcopal Church. The course work is called Anglican Studies.

There are five classes for certain which I will need to take. Two courses called Anglicanism I and Anglicanism II provide a foundation of the History, Theology, Polity and Spirituality of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Liturgics provides training in worship specific to the Episcopal Church. Church Leadership provides training in leading and administration for parish ministry. Latino Spiritualities is a requirement for all LA Diocese postulants for priesthood. Additional courses may be required by Bishop Bruno. I won’t know for certain until after I have attended the Retreat for Nominees and met with the Commission on Ministry on November 3, 4.

Classes meet on Friday evening and Saturday at the campus of Claremont School of Theology. I will spend the night at a local retreat center, Myra House, to reduce the mental and physical wear of commuting. The expense of gas and wear on our vehicles would be about equal to what I will spend per night for the housing, a $30 contribution to Myra House for each night. Seminary students form community through shared meals, fellowship, and worship as well as our time in class. I’m looking forward to the bonds that I will make with postulants, nominees and lay members from Los Angeles and San Diego Diocese.

Since Bishop Bruno granted permission for me to begin studies before meeting with the Commission on Ministry there is a bit of a catch 22 economically. I am entirely responsible for all costs, but allowed to beg upon the charity of all who might be willing to offer financial support. Tuition and books for seminary education is comparable to the costs for any Master’s level course work, $450 per unit plus the expense of all books. This semester I am enrolled in a fulltime course load, 9 units at a cost of $4050. Required texts would be over $400. There are no student loans available for students enrolled in Bloy House and scholarship funds are very limited for non-postulant students. Postulants of the LA Diocese do receive scholarships covering 40% of the tuition. The catch is that if I were to wait to start in the winter, I would further delay being eligible to take the GOE which is only administered once each year. So it’s a scary decision, a matter of faith and trust in the Lord that Tim and I will be provided for to meet our living expenses. Please cover us in prayer for our financial needs. The economy hasn’t been very cooperative for us at present. Okay... well shameless begging goes here... If you can see fit to send financial support you will be blessed and I will be eternally grateful.

Some questions have been raised about how individuals might be able to help me with expenses. Our interim priest at St. Timothy's is Father Paul Price. Please speak with Father Paul about your interest. He has explained to me that he will be able to help me using his discretionary fund and will be able to instruct you on how you can receive a tax deduction. Thankfully, our Deacons Nicholas and Liz, have many of the required texts and are loaning them to me for the semester. Fr. Paul is providing me guidance on which texts I really should make a priority to add to my own library, for purpose of ministry and to prepare for GOE.

Timing is one of the big questions I get frequently. “How soon before you are ordained?” Short answer, I am working with a goal to eligible to take the GOE in January of 2013. Ordination as a deacon is first. Then after a minimum of six months service as a deacon I would be eligible for ordination as a priest.
From time to time I will be writing and posting to the blog as a way of sharing my journey.

Note to readers: I was asked to write something for the church newsletter. This is a slightly revised edition of what will appear in the September edition of St. Timothy's Times

Pinch My Nose

I walk from my car, parked in a lot a short planned community block away.
I turn the corner and half way up the next block I see the screen to the front door open.
Judith steps out on the small porch and greets me with her usual smile as I approach.

Today I met with my spiritual director. I look forward to these meetings. We have developed a deep spiritual connection over the course of our two years together. Each meeting encourages me to look within and toward the Holy that binds us together. I marvel at her quiet attention to the holy. I observe that she is always so still, peaceful, kind and loving. I wonder to myself, does she ever burn with a fury at injustice? Shout at the top of her lungs “Stop the madness!”? If she does, I never see that carry into our meetings. She seems the perfect peace pilgrim, always calming, the result of years following the habits of the Society of Friends, the Quaker tradition.

Stepping into the cool of her living room we hug momentarily and exchange greetings, a familiarity that has grown over time. This embrace was not always a part of our relationship, evolving only after trust had been well established between us.

Spiritual direction is a unique relationship, established between two people with the expectation that there will be deep regard and concern for the directee, but not a friendship in the sense of sharing large quantities of time in activities outside the sessions of spiritual direction. Physical affection is not what drew me into this relationship, nor what Spiritual Direction is primarily about. Maintaining healthy physical boundaries is tremendously important in ministry. I am, in fact, by nature quite stand offish regarding hugging in the congregation. Serving as a pastor for four years I learned that in spite of my own preference, a cautious behavior toward hugging, there are certain times and also certain people that do have a deep need for hugs. Hugs seem to serve as assurance of the other persons’ regard for them. This is a place of regular internal examination for my ministry.

After an hour drive to reach her home/office she offers simple hospitality. Judith offers a glass of water, and allows me time to stop into the restroom before we start our session.

When I reenter the living room she is already seated in her usual place and I take my place. After two years there is no longer need for words about where to sit. It is a comfortable routine, much like finding one’s pew in the sanctuary of the family church.

As I settle into my seat I observe the candle, in a simple holder, a small statue and flowers in a vase. I comment that the colors seem to predict fall. The table cloth and the flowers are deep rich colors; orange daylily with a spike of blue Agapantha; a deep rich green and black weave on the table anticipate the arrival of Fall to which she acknowledges she is prematurely pushing the last edge of summer toward autumn, her favorite season of the year.

As we begin to shift attention to the “work” of our time, she asks my preference for how to move forward. Never is a meeting scripted in advance. That is one of the joys of being in spiritual direction. Each meeting presents itself as an open invitation to the Holy in relationship with joined hearts, minds and spirit. It is Holy conversation and prayerful connection. Prayerful listening is the hallmark of her practice.

For today we started with a time of quiet. For myself, it was an attempt at centering prayer.

I close my eyes and rest comfortably in the oversized chair with my feet on the ottoman. With my eyes closed I listen and barely hear a sound. For a few minutes I am distracted by my body. I have an itch at nose, and a twitching in my thoughts. I remind myself of the intention of centering prayer, to be in the presence of God, but not to talk. This is a time for listening, and being. I shift my attention to this being, recalling my sacred word. Shalom.

All around it seems perfectly quiet, and then I realize the quiet is my own inner ears being closed over. Like my grandson diving into a pool holding his nose, I reach up to my nose and pinch it.

I pinch my nose, gently blow and now, all at once I can hear. The pressure that built up in my ears as I traversed down the mountain pass has been released and I am now aware of the gentle movement on the other side of the front door.

Not a person, who would interrupt the quietude, but the movement of the wind around the wind chimes that hang in her front yard. In this movement surrounding us I sense the Holy Spirit’s presence. Again I must remind myself that I am trying to rest in the presence of God, not think about things good or bad, or to converse with God. Centering prayer is an emptying of self to allow the presence of God to speak.

I am still for a time and then begin to see a purple glowing on the inside of my eyelid. Is this God? I know not, but feel at peace in this time. I continue to observe this pulsating purple light for a few more seconds and then realize it has subsided. Where are you God? Was that you on the inside of my eyelids? Where are you now?

I settle more deeply into being. I never am sure about how much time has passed since I bring no wrist watch to the session and tuck my cell phone out of reach. I trust Judith’s sense of timing will be sufficient for our time together.

Eventually I begin to open my eyes and observe. Judith is still as a statue. I wonder, briefly, for no real good reason, “is she okay?” This passes. I wait silently for her to rejoin me. I think to myself, in awe, what great ability to be perfectly still, at peace, and receptive to the Holy. I ask of myself and God, why am I not able to do that.

When she returns her outward attention to me she asks me to name words for what describes where I am at the present time. Transition, gratitude and peace are my words. I share about transitions, as returning to school, this time at Bloy House, to begin my Anglican Studies program on Fridays and Saturdays. I share about the blessings of having a supportive community, assisting me in obtaining my books for the semester and also about the housing through Myra House; it’s asthetic appeal and more frugal price for each weekend.

There are many reasons someone engages in Spiritual Direction. All clergy are encouraged to have a spiritual director. Read histories of the ancients and monastic communities and you will encounter references to one’s spiritual director with regularity.

For me it spiritual direction serves multiple purposes. Nominees for Holy Orders in the Episcopal Church are expected to establish a relationship with a spiritual director as they engage in the discernment process. Spiritual directors have their own spiritual director as a form of supervision. Judith is my spiritual director with the intention that she is also my supervisor for any spiritual direction I provide to directees.

My relationship with Judith was established upon my return to California from Idaho. I was aware of a need for a neutral place to engage in conversation in discerning God’s direction for my life. At that time I was exploring vocational options to parish ministry. I was curious about spiritual direction as a vocation, exploring the possibility of Chaplaincy and considering the idea of returning to the Episcopal Church. I was suddenly and quite unexpectedly unemployed and looking for answers to where God was leading me to be engaged in the work of the church in the world. I learned of Judith through the Still Point Center for Christian Spirituality as I investigated various training programs for career transition.

In our time together through the past two years I have retained an interest in the becoming a spiritual director and yet, in all reflections the essential part of my call to ministry has been the call to parish as a priest. I’ve navigated the waters of changing denominations with Judith serving as my spiritual director and find satisfaction in learning through the experience how to guide others in their experience of the holy and discernment. This has been a great blessing.

Meeting with Judith regularly provides me an opportunity to reflect on what has been happening in my life during each intervening period. She raises questions which provoke self-examination. There may be a specific connection to what I say and some words of wisdom which she feels led by the Holy Spirit to impart to me for my own spiritual growth. She may offer a suggestion of a spiritual practice, or suggest a place to be in reflection. When I leave at the end of the session I know that I will not simply be a name filed away until our next meeting. I am not a “case”. I am someone for whom she has accepted a special responsibility. I will remain in her daily prayer concerns, because that is the nature of spiritual direction.

As is true for most clergy relationships, our time together is held as a confidential relationship; all usual caveats remaining. Judith retains the right, the moral duty to break confidence if a directee indicates a potential desire to cause harm to self or others.

As we conclude our time together she suggests a revision in our schedule, a time for our next meeting which will correspond to my schedule for classes in Claremont.

I leave her cottage and head to my car for the return ride home, savoring the reality of God’s presence, the gift of quiet peace and hopeful about the transition back to seminary work and new ministry endeavors in the parish.

Peace filled Pruning

I love my garden.

When we first moved into this house, I spent almost the entire first year just studying the way the sun and rain played on the property.

After the first couple of winter rainfalls, I tried to walk in the back yard and quickly learned the foolishness of trying to walk in wet desert soils. I ruined a couple pairs of shoes sinking into the slimy mud that caliche soil makes.

I have a whole shelf in the bookcase dedicated to gardening books complete with a gardening encyclopedia but my favorite book was always the Sunset Gardening for Western States. I looked up every favorite plant I had to see if it would survive in the harsh high desert climate. I was disappointed to learn that Jacaranda Trees and Bougainvillaea were no match for the extremes. Instead I learned to love the native plants and drought tolerant plants. I was delighted to learn that roses love the dry heat and do pretty well with proper nourishment.

Over several years I worked to create a large drought tolerant band along the perimeter of the back. Lots of bulbs were planted in the first years and they produced very reliably year after year, until we moved to Idaho and let the plants fend for themselves when the automatic watering system failed during our absence.
The roses managed to survive despite the prolonged neglect.

Roses require work. Pruning is something of an art. Make a cut in the wrong direction and your bush grows all wrong. Leave a bush unpruned and it becomes over grown and the blossoms shrink for competition of nutrients. Prune it at just the right time and you reap the benefits of an additional blooming cycle.

Today I spent half a day pruning the roses and trees. It was a perfect day for it. The wind was strong but not blistering hot. Deceptively cool with the brilliant desert sun baking my un-protected neck and shoulders. A folly to forget sunscreen before talking my morning walk leaves me with a crisp red reminder of the intense burning power of the sun at these high altitudes.

One of the delights of any day in the garden is to stop and admire the beauty of all Gods creatures that come into the garden. Today's delight was to see brilliant yellow butterfly feasting on the silk mimosa. I tried to capture the moment on video with my cell phone but it didn't do justice to the real thing. Some moments really are kodak moments. This time my kodak was out of reach so my memory will have to do.

August pruning before school starts feels like the perfect way to get my house in order before classes start. Soon I will have to steal time away from the books to keep up with any gardening. But gardening is a creative process for me. Funny thing is when I was recently asked to name things I do to relieve stress, I completely forgot about my love for gardening.

This fall I plan on starting a small kitchen garden using the planter boxes around the patio. Nothing large. Something easy to maintain and accessible from the patio; no worries about sinking down to my knees in slimmy mud.

Training

Training for life
One step, one step
Left foot, right foot
step step step
life flows step after step

Memorials
Steps taken with love
Intention to mention
To Remember the departed
Climbing 110 floors

Walk in love
This is the call
One hand, one arm
Reaching out now
Embracing others as Christ

Training for life
One step, one step
Left foot, right foot
step step step
life flows step after step

August & Origami Cranes

August is Origami Month and I’m folding cranes.

It’s a challenge to the members of St. Timothy’s to join me in a fundraising effort for Episcopal Relief and Development’s work to rebuild Earthquake ravaged Haiti and to contribute to a memorial project initiated by the Riverside Museum of Art. 1000 cranes and 1000 dollars.

Origami cranes have long been associated with the month of August. They are a symbol of concern and hope for the future of the planet among peace and justice ministry workers of America. All this connection seems to have arisen about twenty years after the bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima near the end of World War II.

The link to Peace and Justice Ministries begins with one child. Sadako Sasaki was dying of leukemia which developed as a result of the exposure to radiation. She had one goal; to fold one thousand paper cranes before she died. An unusual goal to Americans but it made perfect sense within the Japanese traditions. Sadako was inspired by the gift of one paper crane folded for her school friend while visiting her in the hospital. In Japan the tradition held that anyone who folded one thousand paper cranes would receive their wish from a crane. While Sadako did achieve her goal of one thousand cranes, she died at the very young age of 12, in October of 1955. According to the exhibit at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, school friends helped her achieve her goal before her death.

Paper cranes have been folded as a symbol of the prayers for peace on earth, and the elimination of nuclear weapons around the globe. They have also become a symbol in the Japanese American community used to commemorate the lives of the 120,313 Japanese Americans interned in America during World War II, following the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Several different paper crane collections have been initiated over the years. One currently in process is called the California Paper Crane Peace Project which was launched by the Riverside Metropolitan Museum. This project has a goal of collecting 93,785 cranes; one for every person from California who was sent to a Japanese American Internment camp during World War II.

This spring, following the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, the paper crane gained a new place of meaning among youth around the United States. Shortly after the earthquake and tsunami a campaign to raise funds for relief to Japan was launched where donations of folded cranes where matched by financial donors with a $2.00 donation. Youth groups around the nation participated in that effort and collectively raised 1.4 million dollars within a matter of weeks. I, like many paper crane folders, was glad to send off a flock of 20 cranes to a youth group in Idaho Falls, Idaho to help them reach their goal of 1000 cranes to contribute toward the redevelopment of Sendai, Japan.

Paper folding is a calming activity. In my own life, I have developed an attitude toward folding paper cranes which incorporates prayer. When I worried about our son while he was deployed in Iraq, I would stop the negative effects of worry by folding a crane and lifting up a specific intention to God with each fold. Over one period of time I found myself folding daily, and placing them on my bookshelves as a reminder that I had placed him in God’s care. The visual reminder stemmed my worry. I folded many, and still have a portion of that collection of cranes, but have since tucked them away in a box. Our son is now on American soil.

In the Episcopal Church we are aware that the work of response to disasters that occur in any area is a multi-stage process. Episcopal Relief and Development provides not only immediate relief, but also looks at each situation to provide long term reconstruction and development. The work of rebuilding Haiti is in year one of a long term project, probably ten years of work to fully develop and restore hope to our Caribbean island neighbor. The prayers we offer for peace and hopes of restoration will not be enough. Money and human power will also be needed.

So, I proposed a modest goal for the St. Timothy’s Parish; one thousand cranes and one thousand dollars to be collected, and raised within our congregation.

A table is set up in the Fellowship Hall each week with instructions and paper supplies. You are invited to make an offering for the paper and learn the art of paper crane folding.

Join me in prayer and action for the healing of the world and for the recovery of Haiti.

Our 1000 cranes, once completed will be contributed to the Riverside Museum’s California Paper Crane Peace Project, and the money collected will be sent to Episcopal Relief and Development, designated for redevelopment projects in Haiti.

Shalom,

Barbara
post script... one way you can painlessly contribute to Episcopal Relief and Development is by signing up to use the Charitable Online Shopping mall Igive.com found HERE and then do your online shopping and see the donations add up.

Vacation Bible School

It's all said and done.

In the can.

A wrap.

Wonderful work.

Fun and games.

Sweet treats under the shade of the big tree

Crafts and games, making new friends and fellowship as each station team worked to complete their daily assignments.

THANK YOU GOD! PandaMania 2011 was a great success. 38 children attended, 9 youth and 25 adult volunteers throughout the week worked to make it a wonderful experience as everyone learned about God's great love. Together, we delighted in the knowledge that God is wild about us!

MUSIC CLIP HERE
postscript....photos selected from over 400 images