How do you say thank you?
Thank you to the
First
Parish
Church, for instance. They have welcomed us into their sanctuary without charge on May 4th so that we will have adequate space to hold our gala Installation celebration. When we said, “But no! We want to pay you for the use of your space,” they refused the offer. They said they knew we would do the same for them. And of course we would.
Or thank you to all the folks who put on the Annual Dinner at the
Methodist
Church. Wasn’t it fun? Didn’t it feel great to watch all the generations dancing together – chasing their sweeties through the lines, swinging their partners, clapping their hands, and stamping their feet? I loved the spirit in the room that evening, and I feel so grateful for having the chance to have fun with you.
Or, thank you to the many, many folks who work hard here on committees, in leadership roles, and in quiet ways, easy to overlook. April is the final month of our church year. At our upcoming annual meeting on May 18, we will have the chance to thank those who have served their terms and to welcome those who are stepping up to the plate. Our church wouldn’t run without everyone chipping in. How mindful I am of this, as I prepare to lead a memorial service for Malcolm Jewell. Over the years, Malcolm and his wife Lucille have contributed to our church in ways too numerous to name. So often our work goes unheeded, the details lost to the dust of time. But the institution remains – here today because of the work of people who saw the promise here, even during lean times, and worked hard to keep our church viable for those of us who follow in their footsteps.
To them – and to all of you who work so hard – a deep bow of gratitude.
Love,
Sylvia