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Happy Memorial Day, All!

Well, tomorrow is Memorial Day. It is a day to remember those who have risked their lives to maintain our way of life here in America. It is a day to remember the families who have lost loved ones in the fight - to honor their sacrifices in true American spirit: by celebrating what they have fought for - our freedom.

We may disagree about religion, politics, taxes, education, and our fundamental values, but that is the beauty of our nation: we are free to disagree. Thanks to all of the many men and women who have gone and those who continue to go out into the world to fight on our behalf. We are indebted to each of you as we sit comfortably in our homes with television, computer, air-conditioning, refrigerators, telephones, running water, electricity, and easy access to food. Your dedication to this great nation inspires me, maybe not to join you on the battlefield, but to be true to the American Dream - to live in loving compassion in this world, working hard, helping others, speaking kindly, honoring differences, and loving one another as Christ loves each of us.

May each of you say a prayer for those soldiers in harm's way right now, a prayer for the families of those fallen soldiers, and a prayer for the men and women who have come safely home from war. From our lips to God's ears, let's light up the prayer lines this Memorial Day and remind ourselves of a sacrifice being made on our behalf.

Now, go grill your hot dogs and play catch with those youngsters!

God Bless,
Angie

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