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Subject:
gauge NOT gage


Column:

Last word in the 4th graph should be gauge NOT gage

 

 

 

Column for May 1. -- same one I just sent

Religious Bravado Denies Reality of Death

 

As a hospice chaplain, I am required by my employer to carry a few specific things in my car. For instance, KN-95 masks, hand sanitizer and even a CPR resuscitation mask. 

 

However, the most important piece of equipment, in my opinion, is something issued to me during my military career. Soldiers called it the BS detector. 

 

Yes, I said it. But for the purposes of this spiritual column – and for my mom – let's call it my "bull poo" meter. 

 

While my hospice-chaplain job most often requires quiet and reflective listening, it sometimes requires a good BS gage.

 

Fortunately, the meter was working well last week when a colleague began telling me why she wasn't getting the COVID vaccine.

 

"My body is a temple," she said, hinting at 1 Cor. 6:19-20. "I don't put junk in my body." 

 

The nearby M&M's jar was screaming a different story.

 

Then she added with a wink, "We're both Christians. We don't fear death, right?" 

 

Wait. Did I hear that right? Was she telling me that she's not afraid of dying from COVID, but the vaccine scares her?  

 

I mean, if you're going to heaven, what difference does it make what sends you there?  The exchange sent my poo meter pegging into the red. The thing nearly overheated and may have to go into the shop.

 

I wanted to yell, "B.S. Of course you're afraid of dying! Everyone is."

 

The truth is that the fear of death can be a gift in at least three ways. 

 

1. It gives us an awareness of our fragility and keeps us safe within life's speed limits.

 

2. When we acknowledge that life has a deadline, pun intended, we increase our intentionality toward finishing our life's goals.

 

3. Finally, it has been said that man is the only creature who is able to anticipate his own death. If that's true, we should be inspired to seek a passion for living beyond the mundane. 

 

There was no question that this woman feared death as we all do. But instead of admitting it, she simply turned on her religious bravado to deny a common fear. And that just doesn't pass the sniff test.  

 

If you aren't afraid of dying, you're resisting your humanity. I've been at the bedside of many individuals facing death, and few have ever said they were glad they were dying.

 

Most of them expect a physical and spiritual pain to accompany dying. They are afraid and will tell you they don't want to hurt. They don't want to feel alone. They don't want to feel their legacy will be forgotten. 

 

So rather than to deny their fear, the spiritually healthy will affirm their faith and confidence in what happens after this life. They know how to release the fear as they reach for heaven.

 

For those practicing the Christian faith, I remind them that even Jesus feared death. He begged his heavenly father to "let this cup pass from me." 

 

Jesus wasn't being a coward or unfaithful. He was being a real human. He was admitting that crucifixion scared him. So, he asked God, "Isn't there another way?"

 

Jesus had a healthy fear of death in that he knew death wasn't the problem. The challenging part is how we choose to push past our fear of death toward the things God has for us to do in this life. In fact, most often we refuse to even think of death in order to not think, experience or acknowledge the fear

 

Unfortunately, I walked away from my colleague's desk last week too afraid to tell her any of this. 

 

I guess fear is a common theme that runs through all aspects of life.

 

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Chaplain Norris' books are available at www.thechaplain.net. Contact him at comment@thechaplain.net or 10556 Combie Rd. Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 or voicemail (843) 608-9715. Twitter @chaplain.

 

Column for 23-25 April 2021

Religious Bravado Denies Reality of Death

As a hospice chaplain, I am required by my employer to carry a few specific things in my car. For instance, KN-95 masks, hand sanitizer and even a CPR resuscitation mask. 

However, the most important piece of equipment, in my opinion, is something issued to me during my military career. Soldiers called it the BS detector. 

Yes, I said it. But for the purposes of this spiritual column – and for my mom – let's call it my "bull poo" meter. 

While my hospice-chaplain job most often requires quiet and reflective listening, it sometimes requires a good BS gage.

Fortunately, the meter was working well last week when a colleague began telling me why she wasn't getting the COVID vaccine.

"My body is a temple," she said, hinting at 1 Cor. 6:19-20. "I don't put junk in my body." 

The nearby M&M's jar was screaming a different story.

Then she added with a wink, "We're both Christians. We don't fear death, right?" 

Wait. Did I hear that right? Was she telling me that she's not afraid of dying from COVID, but the vaccine scares her?  

I mean, if you're going to heaven, what difference does it make what sends you there?  The exchange sent my poo meter pegging into the red. The thing nearly overheated and may have to go into the shop.

I wanted to yell, "B.S. Of course you're afraid of dying! Everyone is."

The truth is that the fear of death can be a gift in at least three ways. 

1. It gives us an awareness of our fragility and keeps us safe within life's speed limits.

2. When we acknowledge that life has a deadline, pun intended, we increase our intentionality toward finishing our life's goals.

3. Finally, it has been said that man is the only creature who is able to anticipate his own death. If that's true, we should be inspired to seek a passion for living beyond the mundane. 

There was no question that this woman feared death as we all do. But instead of admitting it, she simply turned on her religious bravado to deny a common fear. And that just doesn't pass the sniff test.  

If you aren't afraid of dying, you're resisting your humanity. I've been at the bedside of many individuals facing death, and few have ever said they were glad they were dying.

Most of them expect a physical and spiritual pain to accompany dying. They are afraid and will tell you they don't want to hurt. They don't want to feel alone. They don't want to feel their legacy will be forgotten. 

So rather than to deny their fear, the spiritually healthy will affirm their faith and confidence in what happens after this life. They know how to release the fear as they reach for heaven.

For those practicing the Christian faith, I remind them that even Jesus feared death. He begged his heavenly father to "let this cup pass from me." 

Jesus wasn't being a coward or unfaithful. He was being a real human. He was admitting that crucifixion scared him. So, he asked God, "Isn't there another way?"

Jesus had a healthy fear of death in that he knew death wasn't the problem. The challenging part is how we choose to push past our fear of death toward the things God has for us to do in this life. In fact, most often we refuse to even think of death in order to not think, experience or acknowledge the fear

Unfortunately, I walked away from my colleague's desk last week too afraid to tell her any of this. 

I guess fear is a common theme that runs through all aspects of life.

----------------- 

Chaplain Norris' books are available at www.thechaplain.net. Contact him at comment@thechaplain.net or 10556 Combie Rd. Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 or voicemail (843) 608-9715. Twitter @chaplain.

Wear your Pajamas Tuesday

Virtual meeting not on camera 

Readers, Last minute reminder to join me tomorrow (Tuesday) at 3pm Eastern (Noon Pacific) for Chispa Project's live presentation about the situation in Honduras and how we're getting creative to support kids to stay in school.  Wear what you'd like, as you won't be on camera.  :)   Sign up now at chispaproject.org/community Blessings, Chaplain Norris Copyright © 2021 Norris Burkes, All rights reserved. You signed up to be on Norris' list! Our mailing address is: Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 Add us to your address book Want to change how you receive these emails? You can update your preferences or unsubscribe from this list.

When did you last pray for yourself?

Exciting results in the Chispa Project 

Here's the latest column from Norris Burkes! View this email in your browser Readers:   My column is below this short note.  Please join me this Tuesday, April 27th at 3pm Eastern time for a virtual, live event where Chispa Project will share stories from Honduras and exactly how you helped. You can sign up online at www.chispaproject.org/community.  In the meantime, Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Last week I asked you to contribute to the Chispa Project by matching the $5,000 my family gives annually. Your response took my breath away. This campaign helped raise over $25,000 and it's still growing.  Learn more at www.chispaproject.org/thechaplain.  If you decide to send a check, please make it out to the "Chispa Project" and mail this corrected address. Norris Burkes 10556 Combie Rd Suite 6643  Auburn CA 95602 Pray for Yourself   What might you think of a chaplain who told you to put yourselves before others? Well,  I think there's someone out there who just might need to hear this advice.    Today, I want you to put yourself first.   My self-care counsel is very similar to the instructions given by flight attendants prior to a commercial airline flight.   Most of us can easily recite it: "If you are traveling with children, or are seated next to someone who needs assistance, place the oxygen mask on yourself first, then offer assistance."   From my perspective as a chaplain, it seems counterintuitive to put myself before all others. But I know that sometimes the only way we can save others is to be sure we ourselves are safe.     As ironic at that advice sounds, it's solid counsel – especially when it comes to prayer. In fact, it is guidance I routinely give to families I visit in my job as a hospice chaplain.   After speaking with the patient, I often turn to the caregiver or family member and ask, "What are you praying for yourself?" (I encourage the nonreligious to supply their own verb: hoping, seeking, desiring, etc.)   I urge them to dig deep, saying. "In your heart of hearts, tell me what you personally seek from God."   Invariably, most respond with a single word like, "peace, forgiveness, direction or contentment."   I know it sounds outlandish for a chaplain to suggest that you pray for yourself before praying for others, but there's rhyme to my reason.   Dr. Harold Koenig of Duke University, a leading authority on faith-and-medicine, explains it best. He conducted studies investigating the efficacy of two kinds of prayer: Intercessory Prayer (praying for others) and Petitionary Prayer (praying for yourself.)   Koenig says that "…in studies of intercessory prayer where one person prays for the health of another, there is scant if any effect." Now please don't think he's arguing that prayer doesn't work; it just doesn't lend itself to the laboratory.   However, he did find "tangible and quantifiable results in the studies of petitionary prayer where a person prays for his or her own health or peace of mind. Amazingly, he concludes that "When you pray for your own health–especially your own mental health, … science suggests you may be on solid ground."   Over the years, this study has caused me to urge a family to pray for themselves before praying for that errant grandson. Before praying for a new job, perhaps pray for yourself. Before praying that your spouse will stop drinking, pray for yourself.   So this week, I encourage you to voice prayers for yourself. And while you do, my prayer will be that whatever miracle you seek from God's hand will begin with the changes he makes in you.   Now ladies and gentlemen, as we prepare this column for landing, please return your seats to the upright position. I can only hope that your baggage has shifted during the reading of these words.   -----------------------   Visit www.thechaplain.net or https://www.facebook.com/theChaplainNorris. Email:comment@thechaplain.net or via voicemail (843) 608-9715. Twitter @chaplain.             Copyright © 2021 Norris Burkes, All rights reserved. You signed up to be on Norris' list! Our mailing address is: Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 Add us to your address book unsubscribe from this list    update subscription preferences

New Column Norris Burkes -- (c) 916-813-8941

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Address correction


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Editors

Apparently the address I've been giving for the past two years is one digit off.

Please correct future publications to reflect;

10556 Combie Rd
Suite 6643
Auburn CA 95602
United States

 

 

 

Column for 23-25 April 2021

Pray for Yourself

What might you think of a chaplain who told you to put yourselves before others? Well,  I think there's someone out there who just might need to hear this advice. 

Today, I want you to put yourself first.

My self-care counsel is very similar to the instructions given by flight attendants prior to a commercial airline flight.

Most of us can easily recite it: "If you are traveling with children, or are seated next to someone who needs assistance, place the oxygen mask on yourself first, then offer assistance."

From my perspective as a chaplain, it seems counterintuitive to put myself before all others. But I know that sometimes the only way we can save others is to be sure we ourselves are safe.  

As ironic at that advice sounds, it's solid counsel – especially when it comes to prayer. In fact, it is guidance I routinely give to families I visit in my job as a hospice chaplain.

After speaking with the patient, I often turn to the caregiver or family member and ask, "What are you praying for yourself?" (I encourage the nonreligious to supply their own verb: hoping, seeking, desiring, etc.)

I urge them to dig deep, saying. "In your heart of hearts, tell me what you personally seek from God."

Invariably, most respond with a single word like, "peace, forgiveness, direction or contentment."

I know it sounds outlandish for a chaplain to suggest that you pray for yourself before praying for others, but there's rhyme to my reason.

Dr. Harold Koenig of Duke University, a leading authority on faith-and-medicine, explains it best. He conducted studies investigating the efficacy of two kinds of prayer: Intercessory Prayer (praying for others) and Petitionary Prayer (praying for yourself.)

Koenig says that "…in studies of intercessory prayer where one person prays for the health of another, there is scant if any effect." Now please don't think he's arguing that prayer doesn't work; it just doesn't lend itself to the laboratory.

However, he did find "tangible and quantifiable results in the studies of petitionary prayer where a person prays for his or her own health or peace of mind. Amazingly, he concludes that "When you pray for your own health–especially your own mental health, … science suggests you may be on solid ground."

Over the years, this study has caused me to urge a family to pray for themselves before praying for that errant grandson. Before praying for a new job, perhaps pray for yourself. Before praying that your spouse will stop drinking, pray for yourself.

So this week, I encourage you to voice prayers for yourself. And while you do, my prayer will be that whatever miracle you seek from God's hand will begin with the changes he makes in you.

Now ladies and gentlemen, as we prepare this column for landing, please return your seats to the upright position. I can only hope that your baggage has shifted during the reading of these words.

-----------------------

Readers:  Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Last week I asked you to contribute to the Chispa Project by matching the $5,000 my family gives annually. Your response took my breath away. This campaign helped raise over $25,000 and it's still growing.  Learn more at www.chispaproject.org/thechaplain.

Visit www.thechaplain.net or https://www.facebook.com/theChaplainNorris. Email: comment@thechaplain.net or via voicemail (843) 608-9715. Twitter @chaplain.

Can you Dance?

People get hurt when I dance

Here's the latest column from Norris Burkes! View this email in your browser Readers note: Please let me know if this font isn't showing up ok on your computer or smartphone Thank you to all who contributed to the matching challenge to support Chispa Project. We are very close to the finish line. You can still give at www.ChispaProject.org/thechaplain. Or make checks payable to "Chispa Project" Address: Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd. Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 Midwest Readers:  I'll be in St Louis area for 18 days, May 23 - June 7.  I'm fully vaccinated and able to meet or speak to your church or civic group.  Contact me for details.  I HOPE YOU (CAN) DANCE   Seven years ago, I planned a special cruise-ship dinner during which I'd tell my wifeI was retiring from the USAF.   I enlisted a photographer to record her tears of joy when I surprised her with my retirement orders. I wrote about that touching moment in 2014, but I left out the sweetest part – when I asked Becky onto the dance floor.   Before I say what happened next, let's get something straight – I CANNOT DANCE.   I'm rhythmically challenged. I hear the music in my ears, but it never finds  my feet.    It's not that I won't shimmy. It's that I can't.   I don't hip or hop. My boots don't scoot or boogie. I only skip and trip.   My cadence deficit can be traced to a Kenny Loggins observation: "Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock 'n roll."   They sent me to a Baptist college where dancing was banned. Back then, Baylor University didn't use the D-word, so fraternities hosted off-campus "foot functions."    School president Robert Sloan rescinded the ban in 1996 but cautioned students against being "obscene or provocative." Perhaps he believed the old joke that Baptists don't make love standing up because it might lead to dancing.   By the time I graduated in 1979, the die was cast. I would never learn to dance.   Nevertheless, 300 miles into the Labrador Sea on my retirement cruise, I felt the Holy Spirit bestow upon me the gift of dancing. I said to the DJ in my best Dobie Gray impression:   Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away   Don't worry, no one actually heard me say that, least of all Becky.    But when the music started, I adjusted the cummerbund of my military dress tuxedo and slid onto the dance floor like the Energizer Bunny, hips swinging, arms flinging, lips singing.    I remember the moment as "sweet." However, Becky stood frozen on the sideline, her mortification amplified by the stares of onlookers. She saw my arms and feet moving as if possessed by a disco demon.    Pleading, she whisper-yelled: "Please stop!" No one heard her, least of all me.   Her shock reminded me of when King David danced naked before the Lord in 2 Samuel 6. (Actually, Dave was only "half-naked" in his skivvies.)   Still, his actions brought out the dance critics who complained David was "exposing himself to the eyes of the servants."    David replied, "In God's presence I'll dance all I want! … Oh yes, I'll dance to God's glory—more recklessly even than this. And as far as I'm concerned…. I'll gladly look like a fool."   These days, when I hear music, this old Baptist bod still wants to move. I don't care if it's country, rock and roll or hymns – music that "just soothes the soul," Bob Seger said.   Yes, I may drift too far or miss the beat, but I've discovered that music isn't born of the feet, hips or arms. It's born of the soul. It's born of the heart. It's truly spiritual.   That's why I leave you today with spiritual advice from Lee Ann Womack's "I Hope You Dance," by Tia Sillers and Mark D. Sanders   If you know it, sing along and sway those hips.   I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance... ------------------------------------------   Watch the story behind the song at https://tinyurl.com/NorrisDance Visit www.thechaplain.net. Comment via email to comment@thechaplain.net or voicemail (843) 608-9715.                        Copyright © 2021 Norris Burkes, All rights reserved. You signed up to be on Norris' list! Our mailing address is: Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 Add us to your address book unsubscribe from this list    update subscription preferences

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Editors: This copy corrects the spacing of the song in the last graph.


I HOPE YOU (CAN) DANCE

Seven years ago, I planned a special cruise-ship dinner during which I'd tell my wife I was retiring from the USAF.

I enlisted a photographer to record her tears of joy when I surprised her with my retirement orders. I wrote about that touching moment in 2014, but I left out the sweetest part – when I asked Becky onto the dance floor.

Before I say what happened next, let's get something straight – I CANNOT DANCE.

I'm rhythmically challenged. I hear the music in my ears, but it never finds my feet.


It's not that I won't shimmy. It's that I can't.

I don't hip or hop. My boots don't scoot or boogie. I only skip and trip.

My cadence deficit can be traced to a Kenny Loggins observation: "Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock 'n roll."

They sent me to a Baptist college where dancing was banned. Back then, Baylor University didn't use the D-word, so fraternities hosted off-campus "foot functions."

School president Robert Sloan rescinded the ban in 1996 but cautioned students against being "obscene or provocative." Perhaps he believed the old joke that Baptists don't make love standing up because it might lead to dancing.

By the time I graduated in 1979, the die was cast. I would never learn to dance.

Nevertheless, 300 miles into the Labrador Sea on my retirement cruise, I felt the Holy Spirit bestow upon me the gift of dancing. I said to the DJ in my best Dobie Gray impression:

Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away

Don't worry, no one actually heard me say that, least of all Becky.

But when the music started, I adjusted the cummerbund of my military dress tuxedo and slid onto the dance floor like the Energizer Bunny, hips swinging, arms flinging, lips singing.

I remember the moment as "sweet." However, Becky stood frozen on the sideline, her mortification amplified by the stares of onlookers. She saw my arms and feet moving as if possessed by a disco demon.

Pleading, she whisper-yelled: "Please stop!" No one heard her, least of all me.

Her shock reminded me of when King David danced naked before the Lord in 2 Samuel 6. (Actually, Dave was only "half-naked" in his skivvies.)

Still, his actions brought out the dance critics who complained David was "exposing himself to the eyes of the servants."

David replied, "In God's presence I'll dance all I want! … Oh yes, I'll dance to God's glory—more recklessly even than this. And as far as I'm concerned…. I'll gladly look like a fool."

These days, when I hear music, this old Baptist bod still wants to move. I don't care if it's country, rock and roll or hymns – music that "just soothes the soul," Bob Seger said.

Yes, I may drift too far or miss the beat, but I've discovered that music isn't born of the feet, hips or arms. It's born of the soul. It's born of the heart. It's truly spiritual.

That's why I leave you today with spiritual advice from Lee Ann Womack's "I Hope You Dance," by Tia Sillers and Mark D. Sanders

If you know it, sing along and sway those hips.

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance...


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Watch the story behind the song at https://tinyurl.com/NorrisDance Visit www.thechaplain.net. Comment via email to comment@thechaplain.net or voicemail (843) 608-9715.

Readers note: Thank you to all who contributed to the matching challenge to support Chispa Project. You can still give at www.ChispaProject.org/thechaplain. Or send checks made to "Chispa Project" 10566 Combie Rd. Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602

 

 

 

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Subject:
April 16-18 2020 column


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Editors: I've attached a photo. Let me know if you want a higher resolution.

I Hope You (Can) Dance

Seven years ago, I planned a special cruise-ship dinner during which I'd tell my wife I was retiring from the USAF.

I enlisted a photographer to record her tears of joy when I surprised her with my retirement orders. I wrote about that touching moment in 2014, but I left out the sweetest part – when I asked Becky onto the dance floor.

Before I say what happened next, let's get something straight – I CANNOT DANCE.

I'm rhythmically challenged. I hear the music in my ears, but it never finds my feet.


It's not that I won't shimmy. It's that I can't.

I don't hip or hop. My boots don't scoot or boogie. I only skip and trip.

My cadence deficit can be traced to a Kenny Loggins observation: "Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock 'n roll."

They sent me to a Baptist college where dancing was banned. Back then, Baylor University didn't use the D-word, so fraternities hosted off-campus "foot functions."

School president Robert Sloan rescinded the ban in 1996 but cautioned students against being "obscene or provocative." Perhaps he believed the old joke that Baptists don't make love standing up because it might lead to dancing.

By the time I graduated in 1979, the die was cast. I would never learn to dance.

Nevertheless, 300 miles into the Labrador Sea on my retirement cruise, I felt the Holy Spirit bestow upon me the gift of dancing. I said to the DJ in my best Dobie Gray impression:

Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock 'n' roll and drift away

Don't worry, no one actually heard me say that, least of all Becky.

But when the music started, I adjusted the cummerbund of my military dress tuxedo and slid onto the dance floor like the Energizer Bunny, hips swinging, arms flinging, lips singing.

I remember the moment as "sweet." However, Becky stood frozen on the sideline, her mortification amplified by the stares of onlookers. She saw my arms and feet moving as if possessed by a disco demon.

Pleading, she whisper-yelled: "Please stop!" No one heard her, least of all me.

Her shock reminded me of when King David danced naked before the Lord in 2 Samuel 6. (Actually, Dave was only "half-naked" in his skivvies.)

Still, his actions brought out the dance critics who complained David was "exposing himself to the eyes of the servants."

David replied, "In God's presence I'll dance all I want! … Oh yes, I'll dance to God's glory—more recklessly even than this. And as far as I'm concerned…. I'll gladly look like a fool."

These days, when I hear music, this old Baptist bod still wants to move. I don't care if it's country, rock and roll or hymns – music that "just soothes the soul," Bob Seger said.

Yes, I may drift too far or miss the beat, but I've discovered that music isn't born of the feet, hips or arms. It's born of the soul. It's born of the heart. It's truly spiritual.

That's why I leave you today with spiritual advice from Lee Ann Womack's "I Hope You Dance," by Tia Sillers and Mark D. Sanders

If you know it, sing along and sway those hips.

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance...


------------------------------------------

Watch the story behind the song at https://tinyurl.com/NorrisDance Visit www.thechaplain.net. Comment via email to comment@thechaplain.net or voicemail (843) 608-9715.

Readers note: Thank you to all who contributed to the matching challenge to support Chispa Project. You can still give at www.ChispaProject.org/thechaplain. Or send checks made to "Chispa Project" 10566 Combie Rd. Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602

 

 

 

important correction to last email

please read, important correction

Here's the latest column from Norris Burkes! View this email in your browser HI readers,   Apologies for this extra email, but in my last email I mistakenly implied that Chispa Project checks should be made out to me.   That was wrong.   Please make donation checks out to "Chispa Project."   Address only the envelope to me.   Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd Suite 6643  Auburn CA 95602   If you do online donations, please go to https://chispaproject.org/thechaplain/   Our family is matching donations up to $5000. We've already reached half our goal!  Thank you everyone!   Chaplain Norris Voicemail (843) 608-9715   The Chispa Project is a 503(c) charity, EIN number 811 094-634   Copyright © 2021 Norris Burkes, All rights reserved. You signed up to be on Norris' list! Our mailing address is: Norris Burkes 10566 Combie Rd Suite 6643 Auburn, CA 95602 Add us to your address book unsubscribe from this list    update subscription preferences