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Wing's Sermon

Brothers and Sisters, you’ll recall a time when dark clouds engulfed our deep turquoise skies. A time before McKee, Reynolds, Platzman and I walked afar and far below, on the desolate ocean floor, in search of an oasis. In search of a promise of brighter days.

True, the parched ground crackled underfoot as lightning lit the grey clouds above, but we pressed on. And through the echoing wind I thought I heard Reynolds ask time and time again, “It’s time to begin, isn’t it?” – But it wasn’t time, my brethren. No, it wasn’t time. For we had not yet found the soil in which to plant the seed!

So we journeyed further still, yes you recall, past our entourage of banners, past the broken bridge of haughtiness, and past the shattered ship of heartlessness. Further still, we at last found the blessed ground between the twisted trees of the past -and we dug. I’m telling you, we dug with all our might to plant that seed!

Hope is what we planted that day, hope, sweet hope. – As a new day dawns, hope is on the horizon!

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