Harvest comes not every day. The seasons come and go. And chilly north winds blow. Thanksgiving comes again! Behind the life of man. That half the landscape fills. That runs across a continent. The oats, the barley, and the buckwheat shine. That beamed in a Heraldic shield. Anonymous
As you plan on preparing that big pot of chili, please pick up an extra bag of beans for Metro Caring this month. They can use some rice, sugar, and flour too! Thank you for all you share.
Jan Reich, Outreach & Evangelism Chairperson