That’s Not a Grade: A brief glance at a grading system that fails when we fail

There are some topics that I feel are overused, over discussed and over analyzed. I usually steer clear of bringing these topics up here because I don't think I have any new information or insight to share. Grading practice is usually one of my avoided subjects. So many people write and talk about grades that I don't want to become part of the ubiquity, and I certainly don't want to add to the reverberation in the echo chamber. However, recently I have heard and seen things about grades and grading that have irked me to the point of writing my responses in my journal, and so I thought I would share a few thoughts here, just in case you know someone who hasn't yet gotten the memo.

To begin this discussion, I think it is best to be clear on what grades ARE. Grades, as they pertain to school-use, are a tool to measure knowledge. Period. Just as a thermometer measures the amount of heat in an object, and/or the absence of heat, grades measure the amount of knowledge in a topic, and/or the absence of that knowledge. Seems pretty simple, right? Gradebooks, thermometers, they are just the vessel that carries the metric. Nothing more, nothing less. And a metric, to be clear, is simply a standard of measure. As such, grades are just a way to communicate to students how much of something they know, and how much of something they still need to know in order to know it all.

That brings us to the necessary discussion of "What Grades Are NOT". If we agree that grades are a metric of knowledge, then it becomes apparent that grades and the grading system is NOT many things. 

• Grades are NOT a punishment, for any reason. 
• Grades are NOT a paycheck for bringing in items or behaving in class. 
• Grades are NOT a "gotcha" or karma. 
• Grades are NOT a measure of how much a child is liked, appreciated, helpful, kind, social, etc...
• Grades are NOT so many things! 

Looking for ways to:

-thank a student for kindness?  

-reward a child for bringing back a permission slip?  

-thank students for bringing in needed supplies?  

-bringing in their one-to-one device fully charged or a pencil?  

-bringing in completed homework? (Grade for accuracy, not just completion)  

-simply "doing" an assignment regardless of accuracy? 

How about "Thank You" notes, a smile, a high-five, a compliment or an acknowledgement.

Using grades for anything but a measure of knowledge is improper use, and very confusing for students. In the ways listed above, grades are being weaponized, bastardized and personalized. 

Grading is a tool that is used to help students know what they have learned and what they have yet to learn. Really, that is all. To use them any other way is a failure on our part to measure student success.

It's quite simple. Ready for the quiz on grade usage? I'll bet you'll get 100%!

Keynote Speech: Including the (Never-Before-Heard) Forgotten Parts

I was honored to be among three staff members asked to speak at my district convocation on September 2nd. When we first met to discuss what we would like to say, we realized our thoughts all centered around the idea of being invited. We created a slideshow to depict the Appetizer (1st amazing speaker), the Entree (Amazing Speaker #2), and the Dessert (Yours truly). Because I am ridiculous, I decided that memorizing my thoughts was the best and most entertaining way for me to go. I practiced at home in front of my dogs. I practiced in my car on my way to anywhere. I practiced on my walks, my runs and my workouts. I practiced all summer! I practiced at nauseum, as the saying goes, until there was NO WAY I would forget any parts.  Until...until my mouth got so dry from nerves that I began to focus on whether or not that was affecting my speech. Haha!  I dutifully forgot the next line...the one that led to the one after that. It's OK. I laughed it off. Luckily, I was almost finished anyway. BUT in the end, I felt I missed an important piece, one that tied in beautifully with our Superintendent's message. So here I am, to reveal the entire lovenote to educators and share the words that were missed or altered. I hope you enjoy, and I hope these words energize you in ways that will lift you on days that are difficult.

You are invited!  How will you RSVP? This is not a yes or no answer. We've already said, "YES!", (that's why we are all here right now), and today we embark on a ten-month journey together and yet, each of us will have a unique school year. The key to your unique experience is YOU. 

YOU decide.

YOU choose how you will RSVP.

YOU create the year that will become the history YOU will look back on in June of 2026.

And so I ask you again to consider, "How do you plan to respond to the invitation that is offered to you?" You know me, and as a writer, I HAD to write my answer to that question, so I wrote it as a note to you that I'd like to share now in case some of what I plan for my journey might help you on yours.

(Begin RSVP): 

I joyfully accept the invitation to the Lawrence Township Public Schools 2025-2026 school year.

I arrive at this moment knowing there is no one way to be a great educator (just look around this room!) and that I am not expected to be perfect (oh the irony here in my mess up only a few moments later...haha!) but that by creating certain habits I can be at my best for those I serve. So throughout this year, I will create and practice two main habits: filling my heart with gratitude and keeping peace in my mind.

First, gratitude. I believe gratitude finds its home in the heart that is open to the present moment. At this moment right now, as I look around this room, I am grateful for you!

This room is full of the most amazing people created on this planet!  I've seen your greatness and felt gratitude for you through many different lenses. Here are a few:

As a community member, there are people in this room who live with me in Lawrence. sharing the same trash pick-up days and barking neighborhood dogs. We live among our students, at the daily risk of seeing them out and about, and that connects us. Thank you for living here!

I see you through my parenting lens, having sent you 5 LTPS students. We've been together a long time!  It's been twenty-one years since my son Max began his Integrated Pre-School experience and some of his teachers might be here today. From 2004 to now, as my youngest, Bernie, prepares to grace the LHS hallways as a junior, many more of you have walked alongside me, helping me raise my five children. For 21 years, your names have been spoken at the Maccaroni dinner table! I am grateful for all the guidance you have given my children and me!

As a fellow staff member, I've seen you work your magic. Some LIS colleagues from my first LTPS teaching position in 1999 are here today. Others are here who worked alongside me as I stayed home to parent yet remained connected as a district-wide substitute teacher and home instructor. Each year I witness our LHS staff as they welcome middle schoolers through their doors and in four years crank out amazing young adults. And my summers are typically spent working with and admiring our K-6 staff as they adeptly work with our youngest students at summer programs. And since 2015, I have been privileged to work with Mindy and the LMS staff, who year-after-year prove that Middle school educators are a breed that stands apart for all the right reasons that make them able to embrace, empower, educate, and love early adolescent children.

Of course, there are those of you who are new to LTPS, and many others that I don't know personally, yet. But I still know you are amazing because I know that our administration: our principals, supervisors, superintendents, and Board of Ed. are on point, and hire only those educators that exude passion and will continue to make LTPS a place where students thrive and succeed.

And so, as a community member, parent, and colleague, I've seen YOU and what you bring to LTPS! This room is full of expertise!  I plan to practice gratitude all year as I am surrounded by your brilliance. I know I can look to you when I need guidance, support, and reminders that I am not alone in this work. When I smile at you as I pass you in the parking lot, my neighborhood, or in the hallway, know that I am silently mesmerized by your presence. YOU ARE AMAZING! And I am privileged to be here with you, sharing this school year. For YOU and the work that you do, I am grateful. 

Let's talk about the work you do as we discuss the second habit of cultivating peace in our minds. Not that your work is peaceful! But that by cultivating peacefulness, we will be able to embrace our work and remain grounded. 

Our work is some of the most difficult work people can do. No matter your role as we enter this new school year, your...job...is...hard! We are responsible for what happens from beginning to end. If we fail to show up, it's like the pilot not showing up for a plane full of passengers, but that plane still takes off. We are necessary...we are imperative...all the time...and that is stressful to live, every...single...day...

Add to that the fact that we are at the mercy of several personalities all mixed together. Children and their families come with their histories and preferences. They don't get to pick us, we don't pick them, and they don't pick each other, yet all are expected to show up and be well-mannered, productive citizens of our schools. (***THIS IS WHERE MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEFT THE TRACK***) Because of this, though we plan and schedule and plan some more, we can never plan for all the possibilities of things that might happen at any moment of our day.

These are only a few examples of what makes our work challenging in ways those outside of education will never be able to understand. NO ONE can endure this level of stress and still be at their best without deliberately creating inner peace. Inner peace is a habit. Habits take daily training. We must be deliberate about practicing peace in the peaceful moments, so we can find our peace in the chaos. We are going to practice right now with the last few moments I have with you.

I want you to let go, for just a few moments, of anything that is bothering your mind:

• that argument you had last night
• your ailing parent or anxious child
• the traffic you faced this morning
• your college child living hours away/your 5-year-old starting Kindergarten/your baby at day care
• the worry you have that you might not be able to get ready for the arrival of children on Thursday
• the sadness at the end of summer break and even the excitement at the start of a new school year

Push out every thought (don't worry, they'll come back when we are done), and let's spend the next few moments together in nothingness...peace. We will share the Gift of 20...that's it...just 20 seconds of mental nothingness to rejuvenate our inner peace. In that 20 seconds, we will take two long breaths. We will count in for 5, out for 5, in for 5, out for 5. Are you ready? Here we go...(Gift of 20) (Reader, you can take yours now!)

Thank YOU for spending your time with me this morning.

Thank YOU for accepting the invitation to this school year with me and all of us!

Thank YOU for being my amazing colleagues and mentors.

Thank YOU for realizing that every single interaction you have this year, with students, with colleagues, with families, matters.

Being present to those in front of you is love's loudest voice and the heart of our profession.

Being grateful and at peace in our hearts helps us to be our best selves in order to be present to others and accept where they are, struggles and all, to build them up and champion their growth.

It is a HUGE undertaking, responsibility, and privilege. YES! And here it is!

The invitation to create the school year you desire. 

How will YOU RSVP?

I hope you enjoyed reading that. I hope if you are an LTPS staff who was present at the convocation, you know how much you are appreciated and supported! We are here together and need to lean on one another, as well as support one another through positive interactions, relationships, and the use of our words for GOOD (our first speaker's message). We need to step outside of our comfort zone and allow ourselves to be a little uncomfortable in order to truly embrace all that life has to offer (our second speaker's message). And we can cultivate gratitude and peace in our hearts in order to be the best version of ourselves to serve those put in front of us.

YOU are imperative! YOU are invited! YOU WILL BE AWESOME! Create a great year!

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Drive Like Your Kids Play Here: Teach Like Your Kids Learn Here

"Drive Like Your Kids Play Here" This powerful reminder has been living in my mind since my previous post where we discussed using the summer months for self-reflection and improvement. I wrote that post to suggest that the summer months are a perfect time to form strong habits that can follow you into the upcoming school year. Making the most of the quiet, non-demanding days of summer, we can focus on ourselves and ways to form positive habits for healthy living all year long.  This practice would not only help us to become better teachers, but also to just be healthier for ourselves. It seemed pretty simple and obvious to me...and so I sent it off to encourage others to consider what habits they might like to cultivate for themselves.

It might be hard for those of you reading today to believe that I received some super-snarky comments about that post, one person flat out saying, "You go ahead and use your summer that way. I'll be on the beach with a Margarita." Wow. OK. Thanks for reading...(insert happy wave and big smile). 

Let me assure everyone, I don't generally reply to comments like that, and I don't take offense. They are a great reminder that I am not solely surrounded by like-minded educators, and that I am not everyone's cup of tea. That's OK. I just let them slide on by and chuckle in my mind. That is, until one takes root and fuels the next post. To suggest that self-reflection and personal growth is a waste of one's time, well, I just can't quite wrap my mind around that from a teacher perspective. I mean, I will have my time of relaxation and enjoyment this summer. I will spend time lounging and enjoying the non-stress of summer, reading too much at times, soaking in the summer sun. And that's just fine. However, I will balance that alongside the work I will do on myself. 

So, I want to personally thank those commenters for today's post. TEACH LIKE YOUR KIDS LEARN HERE! When I look back at my own growth as a teacher, there was a distinct shift in my mindset when I had children of my own. I wanted to be the teacher I'd want my children to have: I wanted to have a striking balance of intelligence, empathy, curiosity, self-worth and confidence. Knowing my children would learn as much from observing a teacher's habits as from absorbing their lessons, character and kindness were paramount. The teachers I admire are those who are life-long learners. They model self-reflection and attempt improvement at every turn.  

And so, I am here to applaud those teachers who Teach Like Their Kids Learn Here. Thank you for being an example of all that is wonderful about teaching and learning! And my friends with the snark, I am pretty sure you are here again, thanks for continuing to be intrigued by what you might learn by being around positivity and lifelong learning. I toast you with a Margarita of my own, send you a smile, and commend that little part of you that just had to come back to see what we were talking about on here. Let's spend this summer becoming the teacher we'd want to have.

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Here...Together...Now...Sharing & Supporting Summer Intentions

I am a pensive and contemplative person by nature, and as such I enjoy odd realizations in my mind from time to time. 

Here is today's: In all the world, in all time, people and places that have existed, you and I are here right now, together, embarking on the summer months of 2025. Think about how many people have lived on this planet! Consider that countless summers have existed, each holding their own enormities, each with their own stagnated struggles, confronted challenges and extraordinary achievements. But in all of that, here is where we, you and I, find ourselves. Together, on the precipice of these months of summer, prior to the 2025-2026 school year. What will we do with this time we have to share?

I have ideas...but first, some seemingly random backstory...

Dogs need to be trained in quiet circumstances so that they can then practice gradually increasing levels of distraction until the command is generalized to all areas. For example, dog owners do not wait until there is a threat of the dog running into traffic to introduce the "stay" command. Yelling "stay" to an untrained dog who is intent on chasing a squirrel on the other side of a four-lane highway will prove useless. My dogs, we have three, all know the "sit" command, as well as the "stay" or "wait" commands, provided: 1. we are in the house, 2. their two canine companions are outside, 3. all is quiet, and 4. I am dangling a piece of steak in their line of vision. However, have a guest walk through the door, or introduce the world of the "outside", and all bets are off. They have not yet had enough practice in a calm atmosphere to generalize successfully following the commands in other circumstances. And so, we continue to practice, practice, practice. We gradually introduce distractions so that they can build their skills over time and eventually be able to adhere to the commands regardless of the surrounding events or circumstances. 

Why am I talking about my dogs? Because, and please don't be insulted, we are not very different from dogs in the realm of training. A personal example: I work diligently to control my mind and my thoughts. I practice not allowing worry to seep into my mind unless I have invited it. I use affirmations and strong one-word reminders to bring my mind back to reality and calm. I have gotten adept at not worrying...when the stakes are low. I can actually at times convince myself that I have become an expert at controlling my thoughts and quelling my worry. And to be true and fair and self-appreciating, I have increased my ability to control when and how much I allow my mind to turn and churn on items that concern me. However when the going really gets tough, I might find myself down the tunnel of worry where I experience difficulty in putting troubling thoughts aside. My heartrate increases as my mind and thoughts spiral out of control. And as I work to reign them in, I am reminded that I have much work to do when the stakes are low, to practice for when they have been raised to higher levels.

Here we find ourselves, together at the beginning of Summer 2025. As so many before us, we look ahead with anticipation and hopefully feel blessed with the pause in our school routines. Because summer is a time of reduction in distractions and responsibilities, it is optimal time for us to work on those items in which we need to train. What challenges you throughout the school year that you can use these calmer weeks to work on? The answer will be different for each reader, and so I ask you to give it some thought. 

If you need some ideas, here are some intentions I plan to use the summer weeks to improve for myself.

Compartmentalize my worry: I eluded to this above. As my children move through their teens and into adulthood, the worries morph and shift. I find that during the school year it is difficult to put my thoughts at bay and let them rest. Knowing there is little I can do to alter anything, especially from 300+ miles away, I must be able to give brief thought-time to my concerns and worries, then let them lay low.

Daily morning physical care: As I enter this summer, I want to acknowledge and appreciate the 50+ years my body has been working with me on this earth. It needs me now, more than ever, to honor it with some physical awareness; sleeping an adequate amount, stretching for mobility, eating what it needs and taking time to align it properly for the day ahead. 

Reaching out to others through mail: I have a long list of people who mean more to me than my absence in their life would indicate. It is easy for me to dismiss writing to people when the responsibilities of school demand my attention. I hope to make a habit of writing and sending notes during these quieter months, so that I can continue to practice doing so when school arrives in the Fall.

I am honored to be here with you in this time together. Please be assured of my support of your growth toward your intentions!  Sharing your intentions here as comments, or on the platform where you found this entry, might help others find ideas for growth and support. I hope your ideas help you feel you are embracing the months ahead and appreciating them for the unique and glorious gift they are to us in Summer 2025!

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All of a Sudden, It's Over: Give Yourself Grace

School years end abruptly. Count down or not. You can be planful and have therefore been anticipating the coming of the end since the beginning of the final marking period, or you might be spontaneous, riding by the proverbial seat of your pants, marking papers up until grades are due at noon on the last day. It doesn't matter. The fact is, one day you are still expected to be 100% on stage in school and the next day, you're not. There you are, nothing to do, no one to answer to, no emails to read, lessons to plan or parents to call. Some may find this to be a dream come true and have the ability to jump immediately into vacation mode. I admire those folks and their ability to go with the flow so easily. But for those like me, the first few days of summer break, are a bit sad, draining even, and an inescapable yearly eventuality to be endured.

Please don't misunderstand. Last week I wrote about how teachers deserve the summer months, actually even need them in order to be our best for those we intend to teach. And I meant it. I want us to have the recharging months of summer so that we can rest and find peace that is not available during the school year. But this suddenness, this immediate emptiness, is hard for my heart to handle. No matter how many times I encounter it, there seems to be no way for me to fully enjoy the ending of a school year. And so, it is time for me to give myself grace. Here is my list of "It's Ok's". I wonder what you would add.

It's OK to be sad. I just spent 180 or more days with children that I pledged to treat as my own. I loved them so that I could teach them. I spent time getting to know their parents during easy times so that we could work together during challenges. I learned about each child; what they prefer when it comes to teaching styles, and what helps them to have a good day. While weekends were a nice break, I always looked forward to Monday morning and a new chance to make them smile, help them grow, and watch them reach milestones as they displayed their status as works-in-progress. And now, it's over. I will miss them. I will miss knowing I can help them have a good day. I will miss them helping me have one as well. I am sad. And that is OK.

It's OK to feel less important. For the past ten months, Monday through Friday, I was messaged through emails, and texts, and our district school-to-home communication system about everything from "high importance "!" items to mundane drib drab. I was greeted daily by many emails making me aware of what I needed to know. Some required a rushed response in the short time before children arrived. Some needed to be filed for full attention later. All made me feel that I was part of something bigger, something important, something that needed me. A friend of mine just celebrated the decrease in the number of texts and emails received daily as one of the best parts of summer. I will agree...in a few days. But right now, the loss makes me feel less important. And that is OK.

It's OK to feel uncertain in the abyss of unstructured time. Living from bell-to-bell might irritate us as educators, but it is a way of life that does not require us to think about what we are going to do. 9:03: I'll start teaching period 2. 10:28: I can use the bathroom. 11:54: Lunch for me. and so on. It's all planned out and I need to follow the schedule, whether or not I want to, and regardless of whether or not I have other things I'd like to do. And again, while I may pine for the luxury to make a phone call during the day in the midst of the school year, this sudden allotment of unstructured time is unnerving. When I wake up these first few days of summer without the need to be at school, I wallow in nothingness, unsure of what to do first. I feel wasteful, and useless; uncertain that I will know how to best use the time. And that is OK. 

It's all OK.  This school year ended...just like the other 50 or so school years I have lived through...abruptly. I may feel sad, less important, uncertain, and any other number of ways, but it is all OK. I will give myself grace to feel it all. I will live it, be mindful of it, embrace it and work through it. Will I feel loss all summer long? Most likely, no. Possibly, if I were to continue to look back. But I know that won't last long. I will be mindful of the present moment and enjoy it. And then at some point, I will start to look forward. I will become excited for the possibilities ahead, and prepare myself to say goodbye to the nothingness, peacefulness and not-being-needed-ness of summer. Because just as abruptly as summer came, a new year will be upon us, and we will need to give ourselves grace again.

Summer Break: Don't be Ashamed to Defend Why We Need It!

Summer Break...the sound of those two words together evokes so many memories, feelings and opinions. Personally, I have never known a life where summer didn't disrupt the natural flow of the school year. As a child, summer for me was an abyss, sometimes welcome, other times frighteningly endless. Then came college when summer months allowed for fruitful employment to gain as much income as possible before the start of classes in the Fall. I fell directly into a teaching position upon my college graduation, spending my last "non-adult" summer as a travel-camp counselor and bus driver. I spent that summer heading up and down the east coast of the States before I was mature enough to let the incredible responsibility of keeping teen campers alive get in the way of my having fun. Then, in Fall of 1993 I began my first full-time teaching position, and adopted the routine of school year-summer break-school year-summer break, as a way of life for myself. 

And so, here I am, here WE are, on the precipice of another summer break, and I find myself compelled to help others who are not in teaching to understand that the word "break" is used simply to imply a disruption to the routine, and not as a synonym for "vacation" or to imply an inactive, placid, complacent time. In fact, it's quite the opposite! 

These weeks of summer are not a respite from something undesired. WE CHOOSE TEACHING! 

These weeks of summer are not a time of nothingness. WE ARE REGENERATING! 

These weeks of summer are not time off. WE ARE A BREED THAT IS ALWAYS PLANNING!

These weeks of summer are necessary after a marathon of planning, showing up, being present in the moment, being available for students and families, and being vulnerable to daily scrutiny and judgement. They are a reset, a renewal, a reflective time of mental and emotional replenishing, for students, their families, and educators.

With this in mind, I have decided to take this summer to reacquaint myself with my passions, many of which have been pushed to the side to make time for other equally important endeavors. The reason I am telling you this is because YOU, my blog-reading audience, are one of those passions I have neglected over the past few years. And so, as I at one time made it a point to do, I am publicly stating that I will write to you weekly over the summer break, highlighting and contemplating issues and challenges of the educator, the student, the parent, the guardian and the family.

Please, as you plan how you will spend your summer break, consider making it a point to check in here with me, or to set up an email delivery of my posts, so that we can renew and revive ourselves together. Happy Summer Break!!!  You not only deserve it, you need it! Peace! 

Thank You for All You Do!!!

If you know me, you know I believe that each of us on earth has a purpose that is in some way related to serving our family members, neighbors, and fellow earthy inhabitors. Sometimes when I think about it, it seems ridiculous, even to me. I mean, there are so many people!  And each one has a purpose?  But, of course, it is true. And for each time you answer your call to serve, I want to say, "Thank You!" (I hope this video will play for you.)

Today I was honored to witness a group of musicians serving others by sharing their incredible talents. The members of the Lambertville Brass Band performed a concert at a nursing home/senior center for an audience comprised mostly of the elderly and their caregivers. As the mother of a trombonist, this type of venue wasn't new, and so I sat there enjoying the moment with the audience. As the songs ticked by I began to ponder the service these musicians were performing on a beautiful Sunday afternoon when they could have been anywhere. They were here. That seemed extraordinary, even as it was the norm for this group. Then something happened that was neither overly amazing or earth-shattering, but it was transformative just the same. The band played a conglomeration of older tunes, and when the song, "Daisy, Daisy" came on, the audience, jolted into the moment by memories, began to sing along. It was beautiful!  It was touching! It was so amazing in fact, that just after the chorus ended and the band began playing the next tune in the combined piece, the conductor gave the signal to stop. The music came to a halt and he turned to the audience and clapped for them, elderly men and women, mostly in wheelchairs, all of them unaware of how much they had just served the conductor and his band. The conductor proclaimed, "That was so beautiful, I want to hear it again!" He promptly led the band in repeating that part of their music so that the audience could sing along, louder this time, feeling every note and enjoying the trip to memories of happy times. 

Who was serving whom? That beautiful moment was possible because those folks in the Lambertville Brass Band were willing to serve. This all-volunteer band, full of amazingly talented individuals, affected people today and brought joy to the hearts and souls of a room full of amazing human beings. Could they have been anywhere else? Yep. But they weren't. They were available to serve their elders and those who care for them, and in the end, I think they may have been the ones served when their music touched hearts and created a combined effort of happiness. 

We are all called to serve. The way we are called and the audience we are led to is different, not only for each of us, but also in varying ways at different stages of our lives. How are you called to serve today? What talent do you possess that you share with the world? Better yet, how can your family or your classroom full of students serve others? In Connections Across the Student Desk, I challenge the reader to find a way to share their unique gifts that fits "naturally" with their groove. I go on to point out that I used "naturally", not "comfortably" on purpose. 

When we serve others, we need to do so in a way that fits into our way of living. For example, I am the first to say that my family will never be in a position to volunteer financial service.  It is not a natural way for us to serve because we rarely have extra money to donate to others. Luckily, financial service comes naturally to others, so my family can instead donate our time and love of children, music, coaching, whatever. This doesn't mean that we are always comfortable in our service. Service can be challenging, and that is OK. It is a stretching of our comfort and a strain on what we would be doing if we weren't serving. I would bet that any one of those musicians today would have loved to have had that time in their gardens, watching a ball game, hanging out with friends, etc...but they were instead sharing their natural talents, and in turn, their joy, with those in attendance. That is a gift!  That is service! That is what we are all called to find our way to do. 

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