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<div>Terry Wright and I, who were married at that time, and our kids, Denny, age 5 and Sarah, age 8 months, joined the group at 5th City in December, 1969. Louise's memories sparked a lot of memories from that time. We lived in an apartment over on the next street from the EI building, and we had taken part in summer programs in the years before that. The Global Odyssey planning was a major part of early 1970, then the trip was in July, 1970.</div>
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<div><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">I just found this piece going through my files: I was Louise Singleton and her late husband John's Local Church prior and later worked a decade with her on the ICA USA's African ICAs HIV/AIDS
work. A little long for a witness but what happens to one who spends a month working on final meanings on the Southside of Chicago. Amazing what we asked of people! Dick</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Arial;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;">THE GROUND SHIFTS UNDER MY FEET</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-weight:700;">SOUTH HOUSE ON BLUE ISLAND AVENUE, CHICAGO</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I am not sure what I expected when John and I and three others from Montview Presbyterian Church drove to Chicago to attend the Summer Research Assembly at the Ecumenical Institute (EI). It was July, 1971;
John and I left four children eleven to three in the care of the Denver Religious House at 1741 Gaylord Street, a big old house that was the home and office of those who worked for the Ecumenical Institute in Denver. John, Paul Hamilton and Don Elliott planned
to return to Denver after a short time, but Freda, Don’s wife, and I intended to stay four weeks. I had never been to Chicago and my children would spend those four weeks in a Religious House. I knew essentially nothing about this organization or what I would
be doing. What could I have been thinking?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The Kent State Massacre had shocked the world on May 4, 1970. The New York Times began publishing the Pentagon Papers in mid-June, 1971. Protests against the Viet Nam War were strident. I had missed the up-endedness
of the 60’s – the rebellion against authority, free-form lifestyle, rejection of materialism, and discontented individualism. I had four children in the 60’s and to say that I was busy, distracted, and disconnected from the larger world is to understate the
coziness of my cocoon. I ran into Betty Friedan and the </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">Feminine Mystique </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">in 1968 when I was pregnant with Will. I got a glimpse
of how my wife and mother role had been meticulously nurtured into me in my Southern upbringing. Yes, I had gone to Boston to business school and happily worked for Polaroid for three years, but still I had no idea that I would want a career, work of my own
in the world. I did not feel much responsibility for the world beyond my family and close community.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">John and I had encountered the Ecumenical Institute at a weekend seminar called RS-1 – Religious Studies I. Its intention was to confront unexamined religious literalism with an intellectual and experiential
grounding that had powerful ramifications for how you lived your life. The course focused on four major symbols of the Christian faith – God, Christ, Holy Spirit, and Church. It used writings of four 20</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">century
theologians, Rudolph Bultman, Paul Tillich, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and R. Richard Niebuhr to blow open these well worn church concepts and the words that name them, and ground them in ordinary human experience. It sought to demythologize them and re-symbolize
them again. To me, who had grown up in the unquestioned and unquestioning environment of the southern Presbyterian Church, this was radical and exciting stuff. The calling was to live an intentional life of service – not to some reduced god, but to the whole
world. This was not a Jesus Loves You, Y’all Come kind of theology; it was insistent demand. Stop worrying about yourself and your soul. Get out there and bring new life to the world. Live your life. I had no idea what a month in Chicago would bring; I was
clear there was an interesting world beyond my kitchen sink, and my unexamined life role.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">We arrived in Chicago at the Ecumenical Institute offices located in an old seminary on West Congress Parkway in the middle of a poor black, angry, rioting community. We were instructed not go on the street
– not because we might come to harm, but because there might be an incident which would damage EI’s work in 5</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">City, a community
the Institute was working with to offer paths to change and a sense of hope where very little existed.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The first shock was that those of us from Denver were split up and assigned to three different locations. A thousand people were expected to attend, so other buildings were co-opted. John and I were sent
to a four story wooden building, an abandoned hotel with rooms around a central shaft on Blue Island Parkway. I have no idea where in Chicago it is because I only left the building to go to assemblies of the whole body once a week and I never walked outside
the building. John was assigned to a men’s dorm and I was assigned to a women’s dorm on the 4</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">floor built around the four-story
atrium.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The building looked like a firetrap. My room containing bunk beds for six, opened on a hall at the top of this open shaft. I was out on the falling-off-the-wall back porch in tears because there was no way
that a responsible mother of four would put herself in such danger. And I was beginning to understand about assignment: it equaled obedience. Charles Moore came along and asked what the problem was. I let him have it – the danger, the negligence, etc, etc.
He listened quietly and said </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">wait. </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">In a few minutes he was back with a new room assignment. John and I were assigned together
to a small room off the porch on the second floor above the kitchen. I learned later it was his and Pat’s room. Living in a room with five other women would not have been easy, but I might have been less lonely than returning every evening to this small room
off the second floor porch, above the kitchen and facing the tenements behind.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">John stayed for a week and returned to Denver. I knew no one – no one to help make sense of the strange, continuously objectionable expectations in which the rules of engagement were different than any I
had ever encountered. The Ecumenical Institute was a family secular order of people who had decided to live a life of radical service. Those who decided to join the Order Ecumenical lived by the ancient monastic vows of poverty, chastity and obedience. Poverty
meant receiving a stipend equal to the poverty level wherever one worked. In India, that could be $10 a month. Some people worked outside and their income supported those who staffed the work of the Institute. Chastity had to do with the Kierkegaardian idea
of willing one thing. Your life was about the immediate work and intention of the larger group. Obedience was about accepting assignment. These three disciplines – seriously observed – came to me continuously as a shock and an affront. And yet, all these extremely
bright, well-organized, compelling people had agreed to live like this. And seemed to think it the most important thing they had every done. And the most important thing I might do.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The task for the month was to create the New Social Vehicle. EI expected nothing less than to participate in transforming the world. Huge white banners hanging across the front of the assembly hall read,</span></div>
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All the wisdom belongs to all the people. All the goods belong to all the people.<br clear="none">
All the decisions belong to all the people.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I wondered if this would show up in my FBI file although it seemed unlikely I had an FBI file. It had not been so long since the days of the McCarthy Hearings; I could believe association with this organization
might be hazardous. I also felt an underlying implication that my usual role of wife and mother was inadequate: I needed to commit myself to renewing the local church and helping to re-create the institutions of society to care for all.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The day began with Daily Office at 6 am. Wake up call was someone with a gong outside the door shouting </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">Praise the Lord Christ is
Risen</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">, to which we were to respond, </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">He is risen indeed </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">as we rolled
joyfully out of bed. I was assigned to a working group of about thirty people, which would be home base for the four weeks. We met morning and afternoon, breakfast, lunch and dinner. The Research Assembly of a thousand people gathered staff from all over the
country and a few from overseas, plus volunteers and new recruits like us. The purpose of the summer’s research was to figure out what was needed to transform civil society and create the practical programs that those under assignment would implement in the
coming year to help bring that about. During the working year those under assignment would apply the thinking and programmatic actions wherever they were assigned, and come back the next summer for another assembly to assess what worked and create the organization’s
work for the following year. It was a kind of practical research. It was an astounding operation, better seen from a bird’s eye view than from a hard chair in a working group in the steamy summer heat of Chicago. My bottom developed blisters.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The task for that summer assembly was to define the dynamics that occur in any society. It would be used as a tool for understanding and analyzing what the tyrannizing and collapsing social forces were in
current realities that need to be corrected. When economic, political, and cultural dynamics are in balance, the New Social Vehicle could emerge. Staff had read 1000 edge books over the last year, trying to discern what was happening in communities in the
chaotic time of the ‘60’s and beginning of the ‘70’s.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">Typical of ICA methodology, the task for the third of the assembly meeting at South House was to define the Cultural Commonality in The Social Process triangles. The other two locations would describe Economic
and Political Commonalities. Those in south House were asked to figure out what concretely was meant and went on in Communal Wisdom, Communal Styles and Communal Symbols? My working group was assigned Final Meanings under Communal Wisdom. This task required
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discussion, and corporate writing. It is difficult to explain and define the very medium in which you live and operate. As someone said, does a fish know what water is? Corporate writing was a new experience. Three or four people work together to write, getting
their wisdom on paper in a process of suggestion and negotiation which can be both long and infuriatingly difficult, particularly if you are defining something called Final Meanings. The day’s work was sent to Room E where leadership decided what the next
step would be the following day. This was an evolving process.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I was totally disconnected from home, seeming to forget my children for days at a time; I was trying to survive and to contribute; my days were contained as if on an unknown island. There were no computers,
cell phones, newspapers or even telephones for general use. Someone reported the news of the day at breakfast. There was a quiet time after lunch when I took my journal and incense to an assigned place and thought deep thoughts. Singing and Psalm conversations
were intended to keep spirits up and intention focused on the task. There were regular reporting dynamics with a weekly assembly of the entire gathering and some planned activities or “discontinuity.” Singing by the whole body when they gathered 1000 strong
in assembly was without accompaniment – and earthmoving. The primary songs I remember were the hymns </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">For I Know Whom I have Believed, Amazing Grace, The Lord of the Dance, and Why O
Lord, Hast Thou Quite Forsaken Me, Those Who Wait on the Lord, </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">and secular songs like </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">Blue Skies and I Don’t Know Why I Love
You Like I Do. </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">People wrote visionary words to popular tunes such as </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">On a Clear Day </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">and
the </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">Sound of Silence</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The nuts and bolts of the assembly were directed by staff and carried out by participants as assigned – to the kitchen, cleaning, print shop, and typing. John worked in the boiler room in the grungy basement.
To load coal into the boiler, it was necessary to load it into a wheelbarrow and push the wheelbarrow up a six- inch plank to reach the boiler. One night on breakfast prep, I broke 300 eggs to prepare scrambled eggs. I was instructed to break them two at a
time – one in each hand; breakfast prep was just beginning. Showers and toilet facilities were barely adequate and tended to verge on collapse. Documents were printed at the print shop and then collated by laying out stacks of each page in order and the entire
body of people passed by in a line assembling their document – usually while singing.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I anticipated that Bill Hudson, who had left the Order and was a minister at Montview Church, would arrive for the second two weeks. He had gotten me into this, and maybe he could help me understand why it
was important for me to be there. I was in a school gymnasium as part of a typing crew on Friday night</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">when the phone rang. I heard the person who answered say that it was too bad that someone had died. I found out that Bill had had a heart attack and died the day before. He would not be coming to Chicago,
to South House. Bill had left the Order; people did not leave the Order. No one knew at that point how the Order should deal with an ex-Order member who died, so his death was mostly ignored: he had left the Order; he had refused to live his life. I am not
overly given to tears, but I think that summer I cried about every day.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I still do not know why I did not go home. I expect a few people thought up a good reason why they were required to be someplace else. My prior (as in the head of a monastery), the leader of my working group
was that same Charles Moore who rescued us from the back porch. It is hard to describe Charles. Like many other people in the Order, he was a preacher who decided that this was a far more interesting and significant thing to do with his life than working in
the desert of the local parish. He lived in the depth of the spirit – close to the Dark Night of the Soul. And he could make you believe you belonged there too. I could not imagine telling him this work was not important and I would not be part of it. That’s
what a prior is: they keep you pointed in the direction you choose for your life, willing one thing and being obedient. I had chosen to be there. When Summer ’71 ended, Paul Hamilton’s son Cap, and I drove home from Chicago to Denver. We talked all night,
and by the time we drove in I-70 out of Limon into the Denver morning, I understood a lot more about what had happened to me. I could think about it and not just respond emotionally. I would not just go home, pick up my abandoned children, and return to life
as usual. I understood that I had now assumed Care for the World – a burden that would never leave me.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I did not join the Order, although I often thought about it. I had a husband with little interest and four children. And I am not sure I could have been sufficiently obedient, willing-one-thing, and detached
from this world’s goods to have been a satisfactory member of the Order.</span></div>
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because major change in the world would come from change in the cultural dimension of society. Human Development Projects were born and established on every continent in every time zone where local people learned skills to “develop” their community – human
devopment. As ICA worked in communities with every religion, the intent was not to convert people but to find the</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">transparent life-giving word in their religion. I particularly appreciated the EI/ICA intention to create and define frameworks to use in thinking about things. My favorite is Knowing/Doing/Being. Although
I wrote many history exams on the economic, political, and cultural backgrounds of an issue, how those interacted with each other were not as clear until I worked with the Social Process Triangles. The Global Grid gives a new way to imagine the world. And
of course, there is Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">Over the years, I volunteered in many activities, beckoned by the opportunity to work with unusually committed people who could see past the immediacy of the moment to the possibility of actually changing
the world to one in which people – particularly the poorest of the poor--took hold of what they wanted for their future and worked to make that happen. The work opened my life to the world.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">John and I were part of a “cadre” at Montview Church, one of four churches in the Denver/Boulder area involved in the Local Church Experiment to renew our churches. We were instrumental in hiring Ken Barley
who with Zoe had just left the Order, to replace Bill Hudson. He took the leadership role in changing Montview from a senior ministry model to a corporate ministry organization. In 1976, I assisted with town meetings in the nation-wide Town Meeting Project.
It was a massive project--at least one was organized in every county across the country--as a way to raise the consciousness of residents to the possibility of new life in their community. In 1978, I visited development projects in India, Malaysia. and Indonesia
while we were on sabbatical in Oxford, glimpsing first hand for the first time the enormity, richness, and need of the world. I helped organize local development projects in Colorado to attend the Global Exhibition of Development Projects in Bombay in 1984,
and spent about four weeks there, helping to set up the conference, leading a group on a field trip to northern India, and traveling for a week after the conference ended.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The Order: Ecumenical went out of existence in 1986 and the Institute of Cultural Affairs (ICA) became a professional non-profit organization working with organizations and communities in the US and abroad.
They developed, taught, and used facilitation and planning methods called the Technology of Participation or TOP</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">TM</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">. I joined
the ICA Board in 1995, became president in 1998, and coordinator of the 2000 ICA International Conference held in Denver at Denver University, attended by 650 people, one-third of whom came from outside the US.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">Forty years ago, the Kemper Insurance Company sold their office building to ICA for $1.00. An eight-story building at North Sheridan Road and Lawrence Avenue, it is located in Uptown, north of Chicago downtown,
between the commuter rail and Lake Michigan. Uptown is a low-income area with very diverse population. The Kemper Building became ICA: USA headquarters and a center for Uptown community services. There are ICA offices on the sixth floor, a conference center
on the 7</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">floor and a community and guest rooms on the 8</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">floor.
The rest of the building is leased to community service organizations including a health clinic, Chicago Social Services and various immigrant and other support services. On</span></div>
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during the years I was on the Board, I was there frequently, staying in a guest room with the bathroom down the hall, eating meals in the dining room on the 6</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">floor
and listening to the traffic and sirens that filled the night. I would fly into O’Hare, take the train to Jefferson and catch the Lawrence Avenue bus that stopped right on the corner of Sheridan. It was about a half hour ride through neighborhood after neighborhood,
each a different nationality with its own ethnic flavor. That eye-opening ride was preparation for entering that building and the work that goes on there. For many ICA people, it is a place to return to, to see colleagues, work on project, maintain the archives,
and touch base. It was a home I shared with many others. Over the last few years it is being turned into a green building modeling energy conservation and sustainability. In 2012 ICA participated in and was an organizing leader in Chicago’s Accelerate 77,
which stands for Accelerating Green Initiatives in Chicago's 77 Community Areas. The building also has a new name: GreenRise Building Uptown.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">At the ICA International Conference in Denver in 2000, called the Millennium Connection, there was concern about the threat of HIV/AIDS to development in Africa. African staff were overwhelmed by their experience
of HIV. People were dying and AIDS was decimating communities. At that time, the HIV rate in Zimbabwe was 26% and 16.2% in Zambia. Every family had at least one person sick and dying. In 2001, I joined several colleagues to develop and implement the African
HIV/AIDS Prevention Initiative. That work called on everything I had learned in public health and years of ICA and life experience. I had the opportunity to work with committed colleagues in the US, Canada, and the UK, but most importantly I worked in Africa
with African staff and on the ground with rural villagers. I experienced the great pleasure of working with colleagues in a common and significant enterprise.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">What had often seemed like living my life in parallel universes finally came together. In the previous thirty years, I had many friends and colleagues in Denver who knew of and worked with ICA. Denver had
had a Religious House with ICA staff and many in Montview Church were active or aware of ICA. But most people in my day-to-day life were not involved. I often felt ICA was too strange to be understood by my “normal” establishment friends and family. If you
hadn’t been there, how would it make sense? ICA always claimed that it was not dis-establishment but trans-establishment – </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">between the no longer and the not yet. </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">I
felt my experience was far outside that of most people, hard to explain, and hard for friends and family to grasp.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">The ICA African HIV/AIDS Prevention Initiative was something everyone could understand and support. Without funding of Denver friends, Montview Church,</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">and the sponsorship of funds from several Denver and Boulder Rotary Clubs, we would have had a difficult time launching the Initiative in eight countries in Africa. Working in eight countries was possible
only because</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">of the network of self-governing country ICA’s with local staff trained to lead Human Development Projects since the early 70’s. They were local community revolutionaries in their countries. Assisting those
staff to address HIV prevention and management, as an integral part of their development work was our goal. This would become my work for the next decade and beyond.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">ICA as an organization is working as a professional non-profit organization in an establishment world and it is not easy. It has not yet learned to be a reliable beneficiary of funding organizations. The
commitment of those from the next generation is needed to continue vigorous work as those involved since the ‘70’s retire and die. It is difficult to inspire young people to take up poverty, chastity and obedience – but I know from experience that that is
what will be required to move to the New Social Vehicle, which seems less attainable and more essential with every newspaper report.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">2012 was the 50</span><span style="font-size:6pt;font-family:ArialMT;vertical-align:4pt;">th </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:ArialMT;">anniversary of this organization. Using the social process
triangles, it is clear that the economic process is the tyrannizing force with the political as ally. The cultural dimension is collapsed, divided into sides, each unwilling to even talk about common values – those final meanings. The Occupy Movement had a
glimpse of this, but did not know how to build that new social vehicle. It is the task for the next twenty years to figure out how to live in community that has changed radically at every level—local, national and global--since 1971, but still seeks the same
human benefits. I am one of the people who want to make that happen. The blessings upon my life by my work, my colleagues, and association with this remarkable organization – this global home – have been beyond measure.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">Written as part of a memoir, </span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:ArialMT;">Between Earth and Sky</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-style:italic;">, self-published
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<div><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:TimesNewRomanPS;font-style:italic;">ICA Global Citizen –1987</span></div>
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<div>Richard H. T. Alton</div>
<div>One Earth Film Fest ( OEFF)</div>
<div>Green Community Connections</div>
<div>Interfaith Green Network</div>
<div>T: 773.344.7172</div>
<div><a href="mailto:richard.alton@gmail.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:richard.alton@gmail.com">richard.alton@gmail.com</a></div>
<div><b><font size="2">*Save the Date! One Earth Film Festival 2021, March </font></b></div>
<div><font size="2">http:<a href="https://nam04.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.oneearthfilmfestival.org%252F&data=02%257C01%257Cdm14%2540txstate.edu%257C1d69926d9534448ed10708d7d715b622%257Cb19c134a14c94d4caf65c420f94c8cbb%257C0%257C1%257C637214360568832652&sdata=ETTp%252B0aR33YA4H9LCar5JXKtEvVo%252BUj1Jq6Xg7DYp2Y%253D&reserved=0" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" shape="rect">www.oneearthfilmfestival.org</a></font></div>
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<div><font size="2">Make Plain the Vision, Habakkuh 2:2</font></div>
<div><font size="2">Won't you be my neighbor?</font></div>
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<div class="yqt4025652853" id="yqt09769">The name of the group refers to the photo taken on December 24, 1968, showing the Earth rising over the horizon of the moon. The image has become a powerful symbol of mystery, awe, and responsibility.<br clear="none"><br clear="none"></div>
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