I don’t like being stuff. I hate it. Never liked it. When winter approaches, I used to have only a flight jacket and scarf and even that was too much. I hate the feeling of being suffocated by layers of clothing. Due to my lack of clothing, this would cause me to be sick, frequently. My mother would take care of her sick baby, telling me that I would get better in a couple of days.
75th Anniversary Events
Friday, November 11 - Webinar panel discussion with former pastors
Saturday, November 12 - Worship, potluck meal and Vespers