I know.
It's not snowing.
The sun is even shining.
The wind is breezy and bold.
But it is starting to feel like November. When everything is really dead and grey and cold, but no snow.
I don't like the inbetween time of the transition. When it isn't fall really, any more, and it is not quite winter.
Makes me restless.
and my toes are cold.
Liturgy w/communion for July 20, 2025 (Pentecost 6/Trinity 5/Proper
10/Ordinary 15 - C)
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Texts: Amos 8:1-12; Psalm 52; Colossians 1:15-28; Luke 10:38-42
*Call to Worship*
God has called us to this place.
What do you see?
*We see people who mo...
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