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I'm a joiner

I've been going off and on for a couple years. Several months ago, I joined a discussion group. Last December, I made a monetary pledge for 2009. Most recently, I volunteered to teach the preK-K class on Sunday mornings.

So I went ahead and made it official: I'm a member of the Unitarian Universalist Society of Iowa City.

H and I got our picture taken on Sunday for an upcoming newsletter. I had to sign some paperwork and shake some hands. Later in the year, they'll have a membership service to welcome us in. Nothing has changed, really, except that I'll be a VOTING member. I'll have my say about the new minister they're searching for and, perhaps, about whether we should build a new facility. One with, say, AIR CONDITIONING! But hey, if people at the food pantry are being fed and Habitat for Humanity's building a house for someone who can't afford it...maybe our money's already going somewhere more important. What's a little Sunday morning sweat as a sacrifice for goodness.

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"Church is a place where you get to practice what it means to be human." - James Luther Adams

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