Check the schedule and join us. Join the ListBot for e-mail updates. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
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