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Honoring the Hands That Serve: A Spotlight on Our Volunteers
There's something sacred about watching someone set up chairs before anyone arrives. No audience. No applause. Just quiet service that says, "I want people to feel welcome here." I've noticed that our most faithful volunteers rarely seek recognition. They arrive early, stay late, and somehow remember everyone's name. They're the ones who notice when someone's missing, who bring extra snacks just in case, and who treat every task, from folding bulletins to leading worship, as an act of worship...

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