In a few weeks the women of my church and the other Presbyterian churches in our town will be gathering for a one-day retreat. Some of the time we will enjoy massages and devotional experiences but much of the time will be spent crafting small but nice thank you gifts for the people who kept our churches going during the pandemic. It should be fun. We have a professional retreat leader organizing the event and planning the gifts. She recently sent me a list of suggested donations of scrap type stuff. I sent out the list last week, thinking I will be lucky to get a few donations. Being hopeful, I set up a box for donations in a busy area where people would be sure to see it. By Sunday morning not much had been added to my box but two big boxes of stuff were on the table beside it. One of the items listed was old hymnals. I have an old hymnal but I don't want it to be cut up. However, on Wednesday afternoon our maintenance guru asked me how many old hymnals we need. Turns out he has 300 stashed away somewhere in our big old building. I told him I was sure we didn't need 300, so he put 10 of them on the table for me. I'm sure that will be way more than enough but it's good to know there are more where those came from - many. many more.
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