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11/23/2014

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Good.

Good.  

Good.

Good is a great word.   Really.    Good is a great word because it is so solid, so fundamental, so foundational.   There are lots of superlative words in circulation out there—amazing, awesome, fabulous, incredible, glorious to name a few—but superlative words can be superficial, are sometimes artificial, and are often overused.    Good, on the other hand, is a word that runs deep, is usually authentic, and probably is not used enough.   

“She is a good worker.”  
“He has a good heart.”
“They are a good family.”

The word “good” runs through these sentences like a solid steel beam; it conveys depth, strength and stability.  “Good” is a great thing to be.

I am blessed to have some truly good people in my life.    This week’s stories feature a few of them.

Mr. Mitchell, my  OPA Junior High Principal, is a southern gentleman, a retired Air Force something-high-up, and a really good guy.    He grew up roaming the woods and he misses it.  He especially misses being able to shoot his gun.     Last week he said to me, "Do you know anyone who has property where I could just shoot my gun?   I wouldn't kill anything.   I just really miss being able to be outdoors and shoot."
 


Justin Ropelato, a young father, a counselor in our bishopric, and a really good guy, has access to property that fits Mr. Mitchell’s needs.    Justin does not know Mr. Mitchell from Adam (or from anyone else for that matter) and having an unknown person roaming one's property with a loaded gun isn't something that most people would consider a good idea however Justin willingly opened his schedule and his property to my boss.    Amazing (in the non-superfluous use of the word)!

 

Grace had her tonsils and adenoids removed last week.   Surgery is glamorous….until you have it.   It has been a hard couple weeks for her.   The new braces hurt so much she didn’t eat solid food for nearly two weeks.   Two and a half weeks after the braces she had surgery and didn’t eat solid food (or talk) for another two weeks.   Darling Bert Smith, Grace’s former Sunday School teacher, a current Intermountain Health employee, and a genuinely good man, checked on her multiple times in the surgical center and multiple times after we left.   [NOTE:  After seeing that a tonsillectomy stopped Grace from talking for two weeks, Lance is trying to figure out how to get Tanah to have her tonsils out….one at a time!]

 

Hans Moffett, whose sister Heidi and I were college roommates and whose Mom and Dad were my Utah parents when I attended BYU, made a special trip to OPA, timing his arrival so that it coincided exactly with my 25 minute lunch break, to deliver a couple snake skins and bird nests—perfect things for a junior high science classroom.   It would have been much, MUCH easier for him to throw them away but Hans is a truly good man and good men recognize treasures and the message that personally delivered treasures sends.   


The citizens of Roy are good people too.   Friday night Roy High played Timpview High for the State Football Championship.   There were easily two, maybe three, times more fans on the Roy side of the stadium than there were on the opposite side.    Sadly we did not come away with the championship but we did come away with a great sense of community.  Go Royals!!


 

It was the night before the night of the final, FINAL dress rehearsal and Tanah was still missing three hats.   A late night visit to Wal-Mart and Joanne’s Craft yielded nothing; it is simply not the right time of year for large straw hats.   At 10 p.m.  I sent the following email to all OPA employees.  “REQUESTING HELP!!!   My darling daughter needs three large straw hats for her upcoming production of  ‘Hello Dolly’.  If you have a hat you could donate or have ideas of where I could find one (...or 3!), please let me know.”   Within 24 hours there were four straw hats sitting on the desk in my classroom—two from people in the elementary building that I do not even know.  Ogden Preparatory Academy employees are truly good people.

 

OPA students are truly good people too.   I took a group of 27 kids to the University of Utah’s nuclear reactor last Friday.  Our plan was to walk the mile plus from the school to the FrontRunner station and catch the 8:37 a.m. train to SLC.  Timing was tight.   We were right on schedule to make it………until we hit Wall Avenue.   Wall is a busy, four lane highway that runs north/south on Ogden’s west side and the pedestrian light that would allow us to cross legally was not to be hurried.   We could see the train idling across the street; it was only 100 yards (and four lanes of traffic) away.   Four minutes until the train pulled out…..then three……and the light that needed to be red to allow us to cross legally had not yet turned yellow.   Trains do not wait.  Neither did we.

 

I saw a slight break in traffic.  “RUN!” I yelled to my 8th graders.  And they did…..across the street, across the parking lot, across the sidewalks, and across the track in front of the train.   In between my sprinting-induced huffing and puffing I breathed a big sigh of relief when the first kids ran in front of train.  I figured it would not pull out, even though it was scheduled to leave, as long as there were kids (even if the kids were teenagers!) on the tracks in front of it.  We made it!  And that was good.  Really, really good.

 

“Mom,” Miles whispered urgently to me, “They are auctioning something from Spencer and no one has bid on it yet.  Can I bid $10?”   Our congregation sponsored an auction, featuring items donated by church members, the proceeds from which will go directly to buy Christmas presents for community members.   Miles, concerned for Spencer’s feelings, bid on the item, not knowing what it was.   [Miles, bless him, has a good, good heart.]    Turns out that Miles, the acknowledged math whiz of the entire fifth grade at Midland Elementary, purchased an hour of math tutoring….which actually might turn out to be a good thing.  Chick, Tanah’s math tutor, is unavailable for the next two years so that hour of math tutoring might be put to good use by Tanah……in which case we really should be concerned for Spencer’s feelings.   Tanah is NOT an easy-to-tutor math student.   [Lance and I are afraid of teaching her math….with or without tonsils!]

 

So, I’ve been dissing on Tanah a bit (…a tiny bit…..) but she really is a good person too. And she is a FABULOUS drunk.    “Hello Dolly” opened Thursday.   Lance gasped out loud when, in response to the lead’s statement “I hear you have a lot of money…”, she slurred, “Yes, in my garter” and pulled up her skirt.   She wobbled around the stage, danced on a table, gurgled from a flask, and left loud lipstick marks all over a waiter’s face.   Oh yes, she was good!  If you haven’t seen it and are local, you have two more chances.   Shows start at 7 p.m. Monday and Tuesday night at Roy High.  Tickets are available at the door.

 

Triplets are good too.  And living triplets are even better.   My ewe had three lambs early Wednesday morning and, at press time, all three are living and thriving.

 

Sisters are also good.   And my sister is really good. Really, really good.  So good, in fact, that I will skip the superlatives and boldly declare that she is the best.  

 

The story starts in March 21, 2013 when Marjorie, my true sister, mailed me a package that was clearly marked “Do NOT open until November 20, 2014”.    Really?  Yes, really!!  The package sat in my t-shirt drawer for over a year and a half.  Thursday I opened it.  (The real miracle is not that I did not open it early; it is that I could still find it a year and a half after receiving it.)

 

Thursday, when I opened my email, I found that my sister (the same one)—knowing that I love stories—had solicited stories about me from family members and sent them to me for my birthday.

 

Thursday evening I opened my door to find Sallie arranging a bouquet of flowers in my kitchen, flowers sent me by my sister and my parents.

 

Also Thursday, two minutes before the final bell closed school for the day, Mr. Mitchell opened the intercom.  Over the loud speaker, to the entire school, he said,  “We have a very important announcement to make.  We want to wish Mrs. Hislop a Happy Birthday.   Today she turns 65 years old.”  SIXTY-FIVE!!!!  “With love from your sister”, he concluded.

 

The final bell rang and kids poured into my classroom.  “You didn’t tell us it was your birthday!”   “You don’t look 65!”   “He must of read it backwards; you’re 56, right?”  “Happy Birthday Mrs. Hislop!!”  It was awesome.  AWESOME.  I feigned horror but I loved it.

 

Many, many years ago, my father had a birthday during the county fair.  It was his 52nd birthday so my brother and I arranged for the following announcement made over the P.A. to everyone at the Washington County Fair: “Today is Mr. Wright Noel’s 65th birthday.   Anyone who would like to is invited to join him in the pig barn for cake.”  [There was cake in the pig barn but there was not a 65 year old!] 

 

The instant Mr. Mitchell said “65” I felt totally loved.   My darling sister cared enough to call the school, wade through the secretaries, speak to my boss, arrange for the delivery of a personal birthday message, and, best of all, she gave me a great story.  She is good.  Very, very good.

 

Love,
Teresa


 

P.S.  Just for the record……..I am NOT 65!!!


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Notice the March 14, 2013 postmark!
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Birthday flowers
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One....
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...two.....
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...three!
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We are family!
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The dip.....
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...the friend.....
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...the hat....
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.....the drunk!
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This I Know

11/16/2014

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How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?
He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.

 How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?
He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.

 How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?
He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.

 What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?
Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.

 What does he ask?              
 Live like his Son.

The children sang out strong and clear; their voices proclaimed simple truths, their testimonies made powerful by the purity of their hearts. 

Last week’s Sunday was our Primary program at church; the worship service featured the children, ages 3-11, sharing their beliefs through song and mini-messages.    “Out of the mouths of babes” indeed!    If we can learn all we really need to know about life in kindergarten, we can certainly learn all we ever really need to know about eternal life in Primary.

My life is a gift; my life has a plan.
My life has a purpose; in heav'n it began.
My choice was to come to this lovely home on earth
And seek for God's light to direct me from birth.

I will follow God's plan for me,
Holding fast to His word and His love.
I will work, and I will pray;
I will always walk in His way.
Then I will be happy on earth
And in my home above.

And…….

I'll seek the Lord early while in my youth,
And He will help me to know the truth.
I'll search the scriptures and find Him there,

Then go to our Father in fervent prayer.
I'll seek the Lord early, and I'll obey
His living prophets in all they say.
I'll keep His commandments; His love will abound.
I will seek the Lord early, and He will be found.

 And….

Our Father has a family, it’s me!  It’s you! All others too, we are His children,
He sent each one of us to Earth, through birth, to live and learn here in families.
God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be,
This is how He shows His love, for the family is of God!

Tears just kept running down my face—the face of me, the hardened, not-a-fan-of-young-kids person that I claim to be.  The children were so earnest, so intense, so sincere, and so, SO true.

I have been cerebrally wrestling with my beliefs lately—nothing drastic but lacking a feeling of complete conviction; do I really know that God lives, that He sent His Son, that there is an eternal plan that requires a Savior and atonement?     Could this belief I share with millions (and that multiple millions of others do not share) be just a cultural accumulation of thousands of years of tradition?    My footsteps of faith have not wandered but my mind has……….

How does one come to know the truth?  I think truth seeking is universal human endeavor; we all want to know the truth, whatever field it encompasses.    Is the mechanic honest?   Does my friend have my back?   What about global climate change?   How does gravity work?   Is God real?

I believe truth is universal and constant and that there are many paths leading to it.  In science, truth seeking is evidence based.   We relentlessly gather data and work to make sense of it, creating theories that fit all the pieces together.   In a way, truth is evidence based in religion as well.   As we learn and live gospel principles, we experience God’s grace, our conviction grows and we recognize when all the pieces fit together. 

For me, the pieces came together again this week.   I had fasted a bit and prayed a lot about my testimony.   Tuesday, Elder Craig C. Christensen’s  (Presidency of the Seventy) General Conference message was God’s answer to my query.   Speaking of testimony, he said, “It is the calm, unwavering certainty we receive as we study, pray, and live the gospel. It is the feeling of the Holy Ghost bearing witness to our souls that what we are learning and doing is right.”

 The data is in, the evidence speaks for itself.  I have studied and prayed and lived the gospel and I know with a certainty that is calm and unwavering that what I am doing is right.   I have experienced the evidence in my life and witnessed the wisdom in the lives of those who surround me.   Forgiveness brings peace and revenge ravages; service brings joys and selfishness sorrow;  love brings growth and hate destroys.   What Christ taught is right.

 And what His servants teach is right as well.   Especially lately I have been struck by the “rightness” of the counsel given us by our ecclesiastical leaders, those I believe to be His servants here on Earth.   Take, for example, the admonition to have daily family scripture study.   Every night, the first member of our family who wants to go to bed (frequently me!) calls for scripture study and prayer.    The spiritual benefits of this practice are obvious; just as nightly brushing does a lot toward keeping teeth clean and healthy, nightly contact with God’s word has a significant positive impact on keeping one’s spirit clean and healthy.   

 It is more than that, though.  As is often the case in natural systems, everything is connected and actions frequently have far reaching and unanticipated consequences.    So it is with nightly family scripture study; even if we never cracked a book, gathering together as a family every night would be an incredibly positive thing.    We re-live old stories (….Remember when Chick wore his pants to school backwards…) and tell new ones (…Miles, the math whiz, bought an hour of math tutoring at the ward Christmas auction); we catch up on new news (…..Tanah got her first kiss….) and update old news (…After losing 14 inches of small intestine, Gram Noel is able to eat solid food again….); we giggle and gossip (only good things, of course), tickle and testify (..I swear I fed the chickens yesterday…), connect and communicate (….Remember that tomorrow we are going to spend the morning raking leaves!....).   Meeting as a family once a day is brilliant, absolutely brilliant.    Learning about the gospel in that meeting is a huge bonus.

 I am living the gospel.   And I know, with absolute certainty, that what I am doing it right.

 My life is a gift; my life has a plan.
My life has a purpose; in heav'n it began.

I will follow God's plan for me,
Holding fast to His word and His love.
I will work, and I will pray;
I will always walk in His way.
Then I will be happy on earth
And in my home above.


Love,
Teresa

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Let the Pictures Do the Talking 

11/9/2014

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Years ago, the people with Yellow Pages said “Let your fingers do the walking”.   This week the person who writes this blog says “Let the pictures doing the talking.”   

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For her birthday, Tanah got the two debate trophies that she earned but did not receive.
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The orange dress she got for her birthday brought a much bigger smile....and a lot more comments. "Hello Tan...gerine!" Brother Carter said to her at church today. She also got suggestions that she get a job as a construction worker and/or wear it deer hunting. [NOTE: The sandal actually do match the dress. The camera's flash distort their color.]
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Grace gets braces....... Before
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....during.....
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....after.
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I came home from work Thursday to find this cage, complete with water bottle, food dish, salt lick, rabbit pellets, and bunny, in my front yard. The rabbit had obviously been well cared for and the abandoning owner apparently assumed we'd care for it as well.
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Assumption validated. Tanah immediately adopted it, named it Mouse, and added it to her menagerie.
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A very intelligent, smart, good-looking, talented, charming and extremely entertaining man (Chris Hislop, in case the description was not specific enough) offered Lance a ticket to the Cavalier/Jazz game. Cleveland was trailing by 6 when LeBron James sunk a three pointer and then three consecutive foul shots to tie the game with three seconds left. Gordon Hayward nailed a basket to win the game for the Jazz. It was a great night to be a Jazz fan (and a friend of Chris's!).
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This also showed up in my yard. Tanah did not adopt it though Zorro did roll in it.......
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Three ends? My boss pulled me into his office, gave me a generous evaluation and then said "I am concerned that you are trying to burn the candle at three ends.....Please take care of yourself." I was touched, honored, and, perhaps, a bit convinced. As a good faith measure, I slept in until 7:30 this morning. OH MY LANDS! What a difference a full night's sleep makes!!
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A barn filled with hay and a freshly tilled garden.........What more could a farmer's daughter want? (Be careful how you answer that!)
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For months Manuel has said to Lance, "We're going to get wet together, Bro!" Saturday it happened; Lance baptized Manuel making him an official member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We love you Manny!

The final story has no picture.

Addie, age 4, came to me today and said, with earnest intensity, "When someone loses their leg they have to use one of these" and she pantomimed a crutch.

Yes, I responded with an level of earnestness that I hoped matched hers.

"And when someone loses a leg and another leg they have to use two of these," she continued, pantomiming two crutches.

I nodded.

"And when someone loses a leg and another leg and an arm and another arm they....." she paused thoughtfully, ".....fall."

Yes, they do.   [NOTE: I almost bit my tongue in half but I did not laugh.]

Sure love you,
Teresa   


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Always Go to the Funeral

11/2/2014

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In the book This I Believe Deidre Sullivan relates the following.  

“I believe in always going to the funeral.  My father taught me that…….Sounds simple—when someone dies, get in your car and go to calling hours or the funeral.  That, I can do.  But I think a personal philosophy of going to funerals means more than that.  “Always go toe the funeral” means that I have to do the right thing when I really, really don’t feel like it.  I have to remind myself of it when I could make some small gesture but I don’t really have to and I definitely don’t want to.  I’m talking about those things that represent only inconvenience to me but the world to the other guy.  You know the painfully under-attended birthday party.  The hospital visit during happy hour.  The shivah call for one of my ex-uncles.   In my humdrum life, the daily battle hasn’t been good versus evil.  It’s hardly so epic.  Most days, my real battle is doing good versus doing nothing.  In going to funerals, I’ve come to believe that while I wait to make a grand heroic gesture, I should just stick to the small inconveniences that let me share in life’s inevitable occasional calamity.”

 

This week I’ve witnessed a lot of metaphorical funeral attending.

 

Wednesday morning, in class, Jeff said, “Mrs. Hislop, you taught us to make inferences, right?”

Yes…..?

“Well, you look sad today.   Is something wrong?”

 

Bless his heart.  Bless, bless, BLESS his heart!   Not only did he correctly use a science concept we learned in class (inference), he also observed (another science skill) and he cared (best of all).   Small to him, perhaps; huge to me, definitely.

 

SIDE NOTE:  I was sad.   I was giving an interim SAGE test (comprehensive state mandated test) and was so disheartened.   Though I am not allowed to see the test, it is permissible for me to peer over students’ shoulders.   What I saw completely disheartened me.   Some of the questions asked things that are not on the core curriculum; others were so ambiguous that I question my ability to select the right answer.   How am I supposed to adequately prepare students?   ARG!

 

On a happier note…..

 

The Syracuse Arts Academy (SAA) and Ogden Preparatory Academy (OPA) volleyball teams both made it to the state championship play-offs.   Tuesday night SAA beat OPA so Wednesday night OPA played for 3rd/4th and then SAA competed for 1st/2nd.   After losing their game, OPA players stayed to cheer for the SAA team; they chanted S, A, A with each bump, set, spike and cheered wildly with each point scored.   A few extra minutes invested; a huge pay-off in sportsmanship and comradery for both teams.    COOL.

 

Another cool story…..

 

Last Sunday Elder Chick Hislop and his companion were a little concerned when they received a text from the president of the neighboring stake instructing them to stop by his home before they headed to their home for the night.   What had they done to attract the attention of a relatively high ranking church leader?    Couldn’t be good, right?

 

Wrong.   It was good; very, very good.   They were warmly greeted and led into the kitchen were a huge chocolate cake awaited them.   Happy Birthday Elder Hislop!

 

The stake president is Cathy’s brother; Cathy is my sister-in-law, Chick’s aunt.  In response to my profusely grateful email Cathy said simply, “All I did was make a phone call.”   A simple phone call for her; a world of meaning (or at least several states worth) of meaning for Chick (and for his mother).

 

I also have some non-funeral stories, probably funny, probably not profound.

 

We brought the ewes home from the breeders and put them into the pasture with the goat that we are babysitting.   The goat, large for her breed, immediately protested to what she considered an invasion of her territory.   She reared up—which made her taller than I am—and pawed the air, snorting indignantly.   After several aerial displays of displeasure, she dropped to the ground and shook her horned head menacingly at Big Mama, our Suffolk ewe.

 

Big Mama, who is a foot or so shorter than the goat, paid little attention to the display.  When the goat got in her face, she momentarily stopped grazing, met the goat’s head with her own, butted the goat on the flank a few times for good measure, and then returned to grazing. 

 

Not to be deterred, the goat continued rearing and pawing the air.   Not to be bothered, Big Mama continued eating.   Big Mama casually meandered away, the goat purposely followed, trying to get Big Mama to engage but she would have none of it; she simply couldn’t be bothered.  It was as if she were saying, “I am a sheep.  You are a goat.  Get on the left side where you belong and leave me alone.”    I laughed out loud.

 

I also laugh out loud, now, when I recount my Halloween adventure, though I did not find it so funny at the time.

 

Wednesday Talyn, a colleague, asked me if I would be dressing up for Halloween.   I hate dressing up and so responded negatively.   When Talyn told me her costume plans—a large round contraption with a graduation hat, i.e. graduated cylinder—I began entertaining a maybe-I-should-wear-a-costume notion.  

 

Friday morning (Halloween) my desire to be a fun teacher overcame my loathing for dressing up and I donned a Renaissance dress.    I rejected an idea to bring normal clothes, fearing that I might chicken out if I gave myself an option, and went to school looking like a peasant from medieval times.

 

I saw Talyn in the copy room…in normal clothes.  What?  “They made an announcement yesterday afternoon that no one, teachers or students, was to dress up for Halloween,” she explained.     Because I teach only every other day, I was not at school to hear the announcement.    I very definitely was at school on Halloween, though, and I very definitely was the only one in the ENTIRE school wearing a Halloween costume.    I can laugh about it now……

 

Let my story about Halloween be the end of my writing.   Let Ms. Sullivan’s story about a funeral end my letter.

 

“One cold April night, my father died a quiet death from cancer.  His funeral was on a Wednesday, middle of the workweek.  I had been numb for days when, for some reason, during the funeral, I turned and looked back at the folks in the church.  The memory of it still takes my breath away.  The most human, powerful, and humbling thing I’ve ever seen was a church at 3:00 on a Wednesday full of inconvenienced people who believe in going to the funeral.”

 

I hope to attend a lot of funerals. (Metaphorically speaking….!)

 

Love,
Teresa



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Trying to pick a fight..........
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Goat
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The sheep are separated from the goats.......... You can't see the goat. It is over on the left hand side.... (Matthew 25:32-33)
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Anyone surprised by the theme of Miles' Halloween costume?
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