This afternoon Wilma and I attended two very different Good Friday services. Both were held at two very well known churches in this area, two very different services, exact opposites in tone, attendees, music, sermon, and in emphasis.
The first service was formal, in the exact expression of that word. Magnificent structure, hundreds of stained glass windows, quiet - do we breath or not? The service started with a great bell counting down the number of years of Jesus's life. This was followed by a silent procession of a black draped cross, a young lady carrying an open bible, the fulled robed choir, three blacked dressed pastors etc. All of with almost stoic faces, each to their prescribed place. Solemn music by what must have been a professional choir, Scripture readings with precise entonations of the words, sombers faces - not a smile, not a sneeze, not a step out of place.
The sermon by the stately head pastor was skillfully crafted, word for word.
I found myself wondering if he rally believed what he was saying. Towards the end of his sermon he used the word "perhaps" what seemed like 10 or 12 times as he spoke of the variety of peoples who were part of the death of Jesus. Perhaps they believed this about Jesus, perhaps they saw something that they had never seen before, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
One friend after the service made the comment, "The greatest part of the service was the solo titled WERE YOU THERE WHEN THEY CRUCIFIED MY LORD?
The service ended with a silent recession by thoses who came back down the center isle, in silence with not a smile, in perfect order song folders at a perfect angle. The congregation was intructed to leave the sanctuary in silence.
The contrast was at a church which is described as the "Christian Entertainment Church in Southeast Michigan" Their building is huge with seats for 3 to 4 thousand people, several large TV screens, lights of all kinds, a stage large enough for a giant cross, a row of 7 drummers, guitars, singers, a pit orchastra, not astained class window in the whole building, and, ultimately, the lone head pastor sitting on a stool with a small table holding his electonic device with his sermon.
He is dressed in a plaid type shirt, not tucked in, a mic next to his mouth so that he can move around the stage as he talks - perfectly casual, wonderfully prepared, his image is displayed on the large TV screens etc.
Both services were a great experience, I even sat in this later service with a smoothie purchased in the churches "cafe". Both pastors had done a great deal of thinking regarding their sermons for this Good Friday. The first was scholarly, entoned in the right words, creating the right atmosphere. He talked about lots of different people who had responded to the crucifixion. I walked away wondering, if I had to attend this church on a regular bases where would faith in Jesus end up?
As we walked into the second church the music was so loud that it must have ruined one of the battries im my hearing aids. (Our grandson was one of the drummers ). As we drove home the aid kept beeping "put in another battery".
The sermon was focused on Jesus and "radical hope" that is offered to everyone whether you are dressed to the hilt or were in cutoff jeans. Whether you wore your baseball cap backwards, wore a motorcycle helmet which you placed in the seat next to you. You could take in your coffee and listen, clap long and loudly, sing until you throat was sore, or just sit there and watch the big screens. The message was about "your name being written on the cross" in the end they showed this huge cross with thousands of names written on it - the question was whether your name is on the cross!
Two very different services, two very different pastors with two very different staffs, choirs, and styles, but both with a message about the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth .... on Good Friday.
Two very different church buildings, the first a marvel telling the whole world that we are a church. The second is like a big box store which holds and draws thousands of people.
As my good friend in China told me one day, "Don't worry Bill, Jesus knows what he is doing!"
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
One year later...where does the time go ???
Due to an email from my son Stephen I'm back in the "blog world" hoping that this new entrance will be more consistent and even more meaningful. Steve thinks my 83 years will offer something worth reading --- I hope that also.
This past years several close friends have died and I have reflected on their impact on my life. Wes Trucker, John Gilman, Gene Herr, to name just three.
Wes - years of faithful service first, as a member of the Salvation Army, later as a pastor, a member of FEMA, and in the end a pastor to pastors. A journey of a trip to India in 1952, starting out with a borrowed $25.00. A a journal really worth reading.
John Gilman, a classmate at Willamette, class of 1958. John joined the AFROTC at Willamette and later became and Air Force office, a TWA Airline Pilot and later a lay pastor. John with Kent Hotaling and others became authors of ourstanding articles on living with and for Jesus. John and Jeanah served Jesus really well and with GREAT humor.
Gene Herr and Mary, led me into the world of Mennonite Youth, into the larger Menonite world, and then as part of the board of The Hermitage in Three Rivers, Michigan. Gene and Mary became "spiitual directors" for may pastors who came to The Hermitage. That ministry continues even today with the new directors. Gene intoduced me to the writings of several authors Robert Johnson, Morton Kelsey, recommending several books which influence my thinking even to this day. From Johnson - HE - SHE - WE - and CLAIMING YOUR OWN SHADOW to name just a few titles. From Kelsey - THE REALITY OF THE SPIRITUAL WORLD - THE OTHER SIDE OF SILENCE - CARING - GOD, DREAMS, AND REVELATION -- each of these books have opened doors into my own life and world. Lately the book WE by Robert Johnson has helped me to move even further out of the destructive influences of my early childhood.
There is nothing like moving on, even when reaches the age of 83. One admonition, don't wait until you are 83 !!!
This past years several close friends have died and I have reflected on their impact on my life. Wes Trucker, John Gilman, Gene Herr, to name just three.
Wes - years of faithful service first, as a member of the Salvation Army, later as a pastor, a member of FEMA, and in the end a pastor to pastors. A journey of a trip to India in 1952, starting out with a borrowed $25.00. A a journal really worth reading.
John Gilman, a classmate at Willamette, class of 1958. John joined the AFROTC at Willamette and later became and Air Force office, a TWA Airline Pilot and later a lay pastor. John with Kent Hotaling and others became authors of ourstanding articles on living with and for Jesus. John and Jeanah served Jesus really well and with GREAT humor.
Gene Herr and Mary, led me into the world of Mennonite Youth, into the larger Menonite world, and then as part of the board of The Hermitage in Three Rivers, Michigan. Gene and Mary became "spiitual directors" for may pastors who came to The Hermitage. That ministry continues even today with the new directors. Gene intoduced me to the writings of several authors Robert Johnson, Morton Kelsey, recommending several books which influence my thinking even to this day. From Johnson - HE - SHE - WE - and CLAIMING YOUR OWN SHADOW to name just a few titles. From Kelsey - THE REALITY OF THE SPIRITUAL WORLD - THE OTHER SIDE OF SILENCE - CARING - GOD, DREAMS, AND REVELATION -- each of these books have opened doors into my own life and world. Lately the book WE by Robert Johnson has helped me to move even further out of the destructive influences of my early childhood.
There is nothing like moving on, even when reaches the age of 83. One admonition, don't wait until you are 83 !!!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The Son pushing the Father
Friends of 'Released Friend' blog I discovered that my father had let the site laps for over a year. I can understand why it is difficult to spend time putting your thoughts in the public forum. But the new generation (52 year old new generation) needs to remind our fathers that their thoughts and reflections have great value. In my fathers case he has been teaching how to interpret the bible into life today. His focus is supporting people and organization with guidance and leadership. We need this kind of information on a regular bases.
Palm Sunday and Easter week is a key time for Christians and insight is needed. Please encourage my father to get into the swing and start contributing.
Stephen
Palm Sunday and Easter week is a key time for Christians and insight is needed. Please encourage my father to get into the swing and start contributing.
Stephen
Friday, April 22, 2011
"Its Friday but Sunday is Coming"
Of the many times I've heard Tony Campolo speak it has been this particular talk titled "It's Friday but Sunday is Coming" that has shaped my thoughts of Easter.
Today the day is rainy in Michigan so I am "forced" to sit at my desk to ponder and pray and to visit some of the "old" books which have influenced my thinking and my life. One of those books is titled THE PRAYER THAT SPANS THE WORLD by Helmut Thielicke. (1960) Here are a few of his thoughts -- please read the whole book
First - "To the Reader"
"These sermons, delivered to congregations in Stuttgart, were addressed to people who continued to assemble throughout the horrors of air raids, the declining days of a reign of terror, and finally through the period of total military and political collapse and the beginning of occupation...
"The preacher saw upon the faces of his hearers the destinies from which they had come or which they were approaching. He sensed the tension they were feeling ... He saw on those faces the torment of doubt and despair, the hunger and thirst for a valid comfort and encouragement that would stand the test in hours of work, in hours spent in underground shelters, suffering agonies of body and mind.
"All that the preacher read in those faces and also what filled him to the brim, since he too was a participant, is doubtless reflected in these sermons. And the Lord's Prayer was able to contain it all.
"..."And to the author it seems important that they should keep in view a world in which the furies had been unleached, a world that was forced to reveal itself - the actual world in which these addresses were delivered. This meant that any kind of phrasemaking and glorification of the world in ruled out. Here only the whole truth and the naked truth can stand; here only the center of the gospel message can make us free." Helmut Thielicke
Second, - Pages 21,22
"No, we cannot say 'Our Father'! We really cannot!
Only on one condition - and that condition would be tantamount to a miracle - could we say 'Our father.' And that would be if the Father has first spoken to us, if he had revealed himself to us and we therefore had the guarantee that he was actually and beyond all conjecture with us in the dark forest and that when we cried 'Father, Father' we were not merely victims of the illusions of our own yearnings.
"And this is the point in our train of thought at which we clearly see the tremendous importance that this prayer is to be attributed to the fact that it is Jesus Christ himself who teaches us to pray the Lord's Prayer...
"... suddenly we realize that it is fatefully significant that Jesus is one from whom we receive this holy prayer of all Christiandom. Jesus in the invisible backgrouind of every one of its petitions. All of them are nothing less than geometrical loci that meet in Jesus, even though Jesus himself is never mentioned.
Page 29
"Out of the flood of thoughts that pour in upon us when we say 'Our Father' I have chosen and dealt with one in this first sermon... this though can be summed up as follows: Absolutely everything depends on this one fact, that it is Jesus Christ who teaches us this prayer. Jesus alone, in his life and his death, is the guarantor that there is a Father, that God is nevertheless at work in this cruel, hard, and fatherless world, building his kingedom of mercy and the secrecy of the Cross. So every sermon on the Lord's Prayer must of necessity be central to the preaching of Christ; otherwise it romantic fantasy, nothing more.
"Now everything will be all right, so long as we hear his good voice calling us above the howling of wolves, and above the sound of branches snapping, above all the ominous noices around us.
Pages 31,32
"God is always there first. God has always spoken first;... Jesus Christ walked the earth, died and rose for us, ascended into heaven, and brought us to the Father. God is always there first, and therefore our prayer is always only and answer to this simple fact. Take Bethlehem and Golgotha out of the world and the cry of God will be slienced and praying becomes meaningless...
"Never can we realize this wonderful fact that a voice is calling to us from Bethlehem and Golgatha and the open grave, and that our tongues are free to pray, so that now the note of praise and thanks may enter into our response: 'Praise to thee, O God our Father; you are the one who walks in the night and calls us. Now all is well...
Page 41 -42
"But Jesus lives and breaths in the atmosphere of eternity. For Jesus, prayerful conversation with the Father is the familiar home to which he is constantly returning. For Jesus, our native home is an alien place...Indeed, his sacrifice is that he comes to be with us in the far country. But Jesus does come; he wants to be our brother... We should all be orphans were it for Jesus. There would be no one to hear us if Jesus had not opened the gates of heaven...
"But now we have a shepherd. Now the gates of heaven are open. Now we have a Father. What can ever cast us down, what can ever unhinge us as long as we can look into that countenance and as long as we can say in the name our brother Jesus Christ. "ABBA FATHER"
To each of you who happen to read this blog
Wilma and I wish for you an Easter filled with grateful hearts for Jesus -- the one who truly spans the whole world!!!
Bill
Today the day is rainy in Michigan so I am "forced" to sit at my desk to ponder and pray and to visit some of the "old" books which have influenced my thinking and my life. One of those books is titled THE PRAYER THAT SPANS THE WORLD by Helmut Thielicke. (1960) Here are a few of his thoughts -- please read the whole book
First - "To the Reader"
"These sermons, delivered to congregations in Stuttgart, were addressed to people who continued to assemble throughout the horrors of air raids, the declining days of a reign of terror, and finally through the period of total military and political collapse and the beginning of occupation...
"The preacher saw upon the faces of his hearers the destinies from which they had come or which they were approaching. He sensed the tension they were feeling ... He saw on those faces the torment of doubt and despair, the hunger and thirst for a valid comfort and encouragement that would stand the test in hours of work, in hours spent in underground shelters, suffering agonies of body and mind.
"All that the preacher read in those faces and also what filled him to the brim, since he too was a participant, is doubtless reflected in these sermons. And the Lord's Prayer was able to contain it all.
"..."And to the author it seems important that they should keep in view a world in which the furies had been unleached, a world that was forced to reveal itself - the actual world in which these addresses were delivered. This meant that any kind of phrasemaking and glorification of the world in ruled out. Here only the whole truth and the naked truth can stand; here only the center of the gospel message can make us free." Helmut Thielicke
Second, - Pages 21,22
"No, we cannot say 'Our Father'! We really cannot!
Only on one condition - and that condition would be tantamount to a miracle - could we say 'Our father.' And that would be if the Father has first spoken to us, if he had revealed himself to us and we therefore had the guarantee that he was actually and beyond all conjecture with us in the dark forest and that when we cried 'Father, Father' we were not merely victims of the illusions of our own yearnings.
"And this is the point in our train of thought at which we clearly see the tremendous importance that this prayer is to be attributed to the fact that it is Jesus Christ himself who teaches us to pray the Lord's Prayer...
"... suddenly we realize that it is fatefully significant that Jesus is one from whom we receive this holy prayer of all Christiandom. Jesus in the invisible backgrouind of every one of its petitions. All of them are nothing less than geometrical loci that meet in Jesus, even though Jesus himself is never mentioned.
Page 29
"Out of the flood of thoughts that pour in upon us when we say 'Our Father' I have chosen and dealt with one in this first sermon... this though can be summed up as follows: Absolutely everything depends on this one fact, that it is Jesus Christ who teaches us this prayer. Jesus alone, in his life and his death, is the guarantor that there is a Father, that God is nevertheless at work in this cruel, hard, and fatherless world, building his kingedom of mercy and the secrecy of the Cross. So every sermon on the Lord's Prayer must of necessity be central to the preaching of Christ; otherwise it romantic fantasy, nothing more.
"Now everything will be all right, so long as we hear his good voice calling us above the howling of wolves, and above the sound of branches snapping, above all the ominous noices around us.
Pages 31,32
"God is always there first. God has always spoken first;... Jesus Christ walked the earth, died and rose for us, ascended into heaven, and brought us to the Father. God is always there first, and therefore our prayer is always only and answer to this simple fact. Take Bethlehem and Golgotha out of the world and the cry of God will be slienced and praying becomes meaningless...
"Never can we realize this wonderful fact that a voice is calling to us from Bethlehem and Golgatha and the open grave, and that our tongues are free to pray, so that now the note of praise and thanks may enter into our response: 'Praise to thee, O God our Father; you are the one who walks in the night and calls us. Now all is well...
Page 41 -42
"But Jesus lives and breaths in the atmosphere of eternity. For Jesus, prayerful conversation with the Father is the familiar home to which he is constantly returning. For Jesus, our native home is an alien place...Indeed, his sacrifice is that he comes to be with us in the far country. But Jesus does come; he wants to be our brother... We should all be orphans were it for Jesus. There would be no one to hear us if Jesus had not opened the gates of heaven...
"But now we have a shepherd. Now the gates of heaven are open. Now we have a Father. What can ever cast us down, what can ever unhinge us as long as we can look into that countenance and as long as we can say in the name our brother Jesus Christ. "ABBA FATHER"
To each of you who happen to read this blog
Wilma and I wish for you an Easter filled with grateful hearts for Jesus -- the one who truly spans the whole world!!!
Bill
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thank you
For all of you who tapped into my last post GOSPEL FOR TEENS thank you very much! My hope is that many of you will take your unique "Vi" character and find a equally great way to use your talent (giftedness).
There are million of Onesidphorous type people around the world - deeply needed - desperately wanted - waiting to be revealed. These are the future Mother Teresa people whom the world wonders if they will come ------- some day!
Bill
There are million of Onesidphorous type people around the world - deeply needed - desperately wanted - waiting to be revealed. These are the future Mother Teresa people whom the world wonders if they will come ------- some day!
Bill
Monday, April 4, 2011
Gospel for Teens - from CBS 60 Minutes 4/3/11
Last evening I happened upon 60 Minutes and found a story that caused my heart to break as well as to "sing"! A lady named Vi was the featured person in the story as she has worked with teens in Brooklyn, New York. Lesley Stahl of CBS spent a year working on this story. I recommend that you bring it up on your computer for the whole, beautiful story - ultimately. CBS/60 Minutes/Gospel for Teens.
There were so many statements, so many kids, so many insights that caused me to compare Vi to one of the Apostle Paul's friends - Onesiphorus. (Am I stuck on this guy, or what - II Timothy 1:16 -18 or what?)
For the 40 some kids who auditioned to sing Vi selected some and could not tell you why. She just felt that they belonged in the group. From the first the kids were told to leave their "baggage" outside and just learn to sing. Singing became the vehicle for bonding, for company, for self respect and eventually for openness.
When asked to introduce themselves many of the kids were either too timid or too ashamed even to share their name. In time there was trust and one day Vi asked them to bring their "baggage" inside. Kid after kid shared of someone really close who had either been shot or stabbed or some other horrible thing had happened to them. Vi asked them to "sing it all out". One young lady said, "I build up all of my pain so that I can sing it all out. You believed in me." (Gabby) (Onesiphorous - you often helped me catch my breath) About Gabby Vi said, "If I had only looked at the surface I would not have invited her."
Another young lady, Rhonda, wrote a song about her life. She lives with a Grandmother in a special apartment building set aside for women to raise these young people. Two of those ladies spoke of how they are able to help but also about how they can not replace a father. Rhonda's song was about her Dad who came and never came back. "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY WHERE WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU THE MOST?" This from a 15 year old in Brooklyn whose dad came and took her to a movie and gave her $20.00 and promised to come back, and never did.
David Moses, another 15 year old whose father has stayed with his family because his father had modeled what it meant to stay with the family, even in the "projects" and how he has now stayed with family. David, "my cousin was shot to death - "Sing it all out!" and sing David did! Vi, "Struggles - what do you do - you have to go someplace where there is sacred ground." "Singing was allowed during slavery, so I want these kids to know that Gospel singing could be "sacred ground". "The right to sing was allowed."
Another young lady was asked by Leslie Sthal, "What's on the inside?" The answer, "JOY"
David and Tiffany Oli (on the spot at the spring concert ) were asked to sing the theme song of the group "HOW CAN I TELL YOU". Tiffany (14)later sang a solo, "Jesus love me".
At the Spring Concert the kids were asked to share their name - each one shouted out "My name is....from Brooklyn, N.Y.!"
Vi (Onesiphorous) you often refreshed me - helped me catch my breath. You were not ashamed of my chains (Oh the chains these kids carry). You sought me out and you found me (Oh that all the kids in our towns and cities could find a Vi). You served me --- "you believed in me when no one else believed in me!" (Gabby) Her Mom and Dad did not come to the concert
This blog is an attempt to let you know about another person who gives herself to others - to let them "sing it all out". In time, to let them bring their "baggage" inside. A place where trust has been won and where it is safe to "sing it all out".
I hope you too will find "sacred ground" for singing.
Bill
There were so many statements, so many kids, so many insights that caused me to compare Vi to one of the Apostle Paul's friends - Onesiphorus. (Am I stuck on this guy, or what - II Timothy 1:16 -18 or what?)
For the 40 some kids who auditioned to sing Vi selected some and could not tell you why. She just felt that they belonged in the group. From the first the kids were told to leave their "baggage" outside and just learn to sing. Singing became the vehicle for bonding, for company, for self respect and eventually for openness.
When asked to introduce themselves many of the kids were either too timid or too ashamed even to share their name. In time there was trust and one day Vi asked them to bring their "baggage" inside. Kid after kid shared of someone really close who had either been shot or stabbed or some other horrible thing had happened to them. Vi asked them to "sing it all out". One young lady said, "I build up all of my pain so that I can sing it all out. You believed in me." (Gabby) (Onesiphorous - you often helped me catch my breath) About Gabby Vi said, "If I had only looked at the surface I would not have invited her."
Another young lady, Rhonda, wrote a song about her life. She lives with a Grandmother in a special apartment building set aside for women to raise these young people. Two of those ladies spoke of how they are able to help but also about how they can not replace a father. Rhonda's song was about her Dad who came and never came back. "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY WHERE WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU THE MOST?" This from a 15 year old in Brooklyn whose dad came and took her to a movie and gave her $20.00 and promised to come back, and never did.
David Moses, another 15 year old whose father has stayed with his family because his father had modeled what it meant to stay with the family, even in the "projects" and how he has now stayed with family. David, "my cousin was shot to death - "Sing it all out!" and sing David did! Vi, "Struggles - what do you do - you have to go someplace where there is sacred ground." "Singing was allowed during slavery, so I want these kids to know that Gospel singing could be "sacred ground". "The right to sing was allowed."
Another young lady was asked by Leslie Sthal, "What's on the inside?" The answer, "JOY"
David and Tiffany Oli (on the spot at the spring concert ) were asked to sing the theme song of the group "HOW CAN I TELL YOU". Tiffany (14)later sang a solo, "Jesus love me".
At the Spring Concert the kids were asked to share their name - each one shouted out "My name is....from Brooklyn, N.Y.!"
Vi (Onesiphorous) you often refreshed me - helped me catch my breath. You were not ashamed of my chains (Oh the chains these kids carry). You sought me out and you found me (Oh that all the kids in our towns and cities could find a Vi). You served me --- "you believed in me when no one else believed in me!" (Gabby) Her Mom and Dad did not come to the concert
This blog is an attempt to let you know about another person who gives herself to others - to let them "sing it all out". In time, to let them bring their "baggage" inside. A place where trust has been won and where it is safe to "sing it all out".
I hope you too will find "sacred ground" for singing.
Bill
Monday, March 28, 2011
Roy Cook - sequel
After Roy's funeral we have spent this last week thinking more about Roy and Evelyn, about their influence, their willingness to cover people with prayer and loving care. In looking over some of the minutes of past Board meeting of Haven Hill Foundation (1983),I found this quotation from the book A GIFT FROM GOD by Mother Teresa (adapted for Michigan).
"...in Michigan and the whole USA the problems of our people are deep down, at the bottom of their hearts. They have to come to know you and trust you, to see you as a person with Christ's compassion and love, before their problems will emerge and you can help them. This takes a lot of time! Time for you to be people of prayer and time to give yourself to each of your people.
"There is always danger that we may become only social workers, or just do the work for the sake of the work. It is a danger if we forget for whom we are doing it. Our works are only an expression of our love for Christ. Our hearts need to be full of love for him, since we have to express that love in action, naturally then the poor are the means of expressing our love for God.
"A Hindu gentleman said that they and we are doing social work, and the difference between them and us is that they are doing it for something, and we are doing it for somebody.
"If there are people who feel that God wants them to change the structures of society, that is something between them and their God. We must serve him in whatever way we are called. I am called to help the individual; to love each poor person. Not to deal with institutions. I am in no position to judge."
Following the funeral and a luncheon people were asked to share any story about Roy and Evelyn ---- many people stood up and told stories. Five to seven "young" couples shared about their honeymoon at Willowbank, others talked about humor, insight, changed perspective on marriage, business, "the work", other individuals etc. etc. Roy and Evelyn cared about people and only rarely about institutions. For them each person really counted!
May that same spirit invade each of out lives.
Bill
"...in Michigan and the whole USA the problems of our people are deep down, at the bottom of their hearts. They have to come to know you and trust you, to see you as a person with Christ's compassion and love, before their problems will emerge and you can help them. This takes a lot of time! Time for you to be people of prayer and time to give yourself to each of your people.
"There is always danger that we may become only social workers, or just do the work for the sake of the work. It is a danger if we forget for whom we are doing it. Our works are only an expression of our love for Christ. Our hearts need to be full of love for him, since we have to express that love in action, naturally then the poor are the means of expressing our love for God.
"A Hindu gentleman said that they and we are doing social work, and the difference between them and us is that they are doing it for something, and we are doing it for somebody.
"If there are people who feel that God wants them to change the structures of society, that is something between them and their God. We must serve him in whatever way we are called. I am called to help the individual; to love each poor person. Not to deal with institutions. I am in no position to judge."
Following the funeral and a luncheon people were asked to share any story about Roy and Evelyn ---- many people stood up and told stories. Five to seven "young" couples shared about their honeymoon at Willowbank, others talked about humor, insight, changed perspective on marriage, business, "the work", other individuals etc. etc. Roy and Evelyn cared about people and only rarely about institutions. For them each person really counted!
May that same spirit invade each of out lives.
Bill
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