We are that, says a little acorn pointing toward an oak tree.

Growing connects me to ancestors who had their hands in the dirt because it was keeping them alive.

This burning flame represented hope during the bleakness of World War II.

Our ancestors in faith acted with courage to bring hope and safety.

We tend the spark of imagination and hope for the world to come.

We must be willing and prepared to dance with joy when liberation arrives.

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Sometimes it feels like Father’s Day is more about enshrining a myth than it is about facing the realities of fatherhood.

Celebrates the power of extended family and family tradition...