A story can be as simple as a family story or as complex as a story about a religious institution.
I know that from personal experience.
When I moved to Washington in the mid-1980s, I started to see stories in the news from a variety of sources.
The stories were not about my neighbors or friends, but about religion.
I started seeing stories about my church, about a church in New Jersey, about the mission that the church had in my city.
As I grew older, I saw stories about churches and faith groups that were struggling, but still were active and flourishing.
I saw the stories of people who were working to build a church or a churchbuilding or even an entire congregation in their communities.
But I didn’t see stories of churches struggling.
I didn-only saw stories of communities struggling.
Many of the stories I read about my community were from those communities.
I began to wonder: what would happen if I shared stories from my community?
What would it mean to be part of a community of people struggling with their faith?
I thought of the story of my church in my own hometown.
That story, about my parents being separated for many years, about them moving to the U.S. from England and then coming back to England, and the many people that have come and gone from the church over the years, has become a source of much grief for me and my family.
And I have wondered what it would mean to me to be a part of that story.
How would I share my story?
What could I tell my friends and family who were living in a similar situation?
My answer to that question was not that I was going to write about my family; I was just going to share my stories.
The next story I wrote about my congregation in the fall of 1999, about how my church was struggling with the effects of AIDS, was a story that has shaped the life of my family and my church.
A week after that, I had a dream.
My dream came to me as a voice that echoed across my body, as a cry that I felt, as the voice of God.
My vision of a future where people were more comfortable sharing their faith and their experiences, where people cared about one another and were more open to one another, were the things that I had been envisioning.
I had become part of an organization called the United Way of Purcellville, and for the next seven years, I have been working to help the organization grow.
As a leader, I am part of this effort, as an organization that is working to serve the needs of Purcellsville, to serve Purcells, and to help those Purcells in need.
In my dream, I heard the voice telling me that I would be doing a good job as an employee of the United God Organization.
I am a minister.
I love the people of Purcelville.
I believe that they need to have a voice, a voice of hope, and I am here to serve them.
That dream came true in 2003 when I was hired to be the executive director of the UG.
When Purcellsvillians heard that I wanted to help them, they embraced me.
They welcomed me and encouraged me.
It has been a privilege to serve and to serve our Purcells and to support and help them in the process.
In a recent survey of UG congregations in the United States, about two-thirds of UGs believe that a minister can play a major role in the lives of people in the Purcell Valley.
When people hear about Purcells’ mission, they often think of me.
I have a large family and many friends in Purcell.
But my mission is far more personal than that.
It is my mission to bring the Lord to people in need, to make them feel safe, and in doing so, to provide hope.
I also believe that I have the skills and experience to be an effective leader.
In fact, I was the first person to have my first full-time ministry when I began serving at the United Church of Christ in the 1990s.
It was a difficult year, and at times I was overwhelmed by the workload.
But as a minister, I learned so much from my first few years at the UC that I am very grateful to have been a part the UGs.
And, as I continue to learn and grow as a leader of a UG congregation, I believe I have made a huge impact on our congregation.
When you have a dream, it’s hard to know what it is you will do with it.
You might have a vision of something bigger than your dreams.
You may have a plan that is more important than the dream itself.
But even when you have the vision, it can take some time for you to see the fruits of your labor.
When your vision is bigger than the world, you may have no idea what you are