What hangs in the balance

 We get asked, "now that your time is drawing near the end, what are your big takeaways from India"? What a loaded question, one I won't attempt to completely answer here and now, because our time in India has definitely changed us in so many ways and I'm not wanting to wax philosophical or get too sentimental just yet. I've also got a church talk to write today! Gah! I never sleep well until that assignment is behind me. So I'll answer that question in part on a very surface level. What souvenir do you want to bring home from India? That's easy.  Besides collecting good music, I've only got one other "collection" in my life- Figurines of women with pots or loads or baskets on their heads. 

It didn't start out deliberately as something I thought to collect. In 1986, while on my mission to Korea, I found a carving of a woman balancing a pot on her head with a baby on her back. I sent it home as a gift to my mother telling her it was an apt metaphor of motherhood; finding the precarious balance between life work and childcare. To me it also personified the strength of women to bear the many burdens put upon them. When my mother passed away and her possessions were divvied up, the figurine became mine again. 

Time passed. I married, bore 4 daughters and raised them as best I could, feeling the burdens of motherhood like so many generations before me, trying all the while to balance the many needs of my growing family on my proverbial head and shoulders.

When my oldest daughter Cassandra was in college, she did a study program in Zambia, Africa. It may have been unintentional on her part but as a momento of her time there, she gave me a wooden carving of a woman with, what else? A pot on her head! Thus, organically it sprouted the idea of collecting "women in balance" figurines from wherever we traveled. I loved the fact that it was already 3 generations in the making. And I loved that it had at its core the message of finding balance in our lives as we bear its burdens.

Since then I've found it to be a universal motif in developing countries, which just happens to be the places I've traveled to. Mostly. I now have added to my Korea and Zambia collection from the various countries that I've visited, or where others have traveled and have given to me, including ones from Mexico, Peru, Jamaica, Dominican Republic, Honduras, and Cambodia. As the world transforms to high tech, these relics are bound to become obsolete. 

So from the time we first arrived, as I scanned various markets and stores in India, there was very little "art for arts sake" to be found. It was all very much tied to Hindu religious idols depicting their gods and goddesses. I found plenty of real-life women doing the balancing act as you can see from the few photos I've captured but no art depicting them. As the months passed, I knew time was ticking. As a total default, I found a ceramic figurine in Erode of a woman sitting with a basket on the ground, not on her head. Ehh...I bought it thinking that might be the closest thing I could get. Then, just about the time I had given up the search, right outside our office building one day near the end of January, was a sidewalk bazaar. There was a booth of wooden toys and little men but none with women with pots on their head. So I asked the merchant if he had any and he said he did! He would send me his online catalogue. Finally, I found the lady I had been searching for all year with only a little bit of time left in the balance.

Not only is she balancing a pot, but she's balancing it with another passion -- her music! How perfect for me! I consider it a tender mercy that I could find this figurine to symbolically remind me of my time here in India and can add her to my collection. I found what I was hoping to find and now only one more thing is left undone with just a short time remaining in the balance.

This week was fairly routine save two standouts. Sunday, Joel came again to church. We had our music class and missionary discussion like the week before. Afterwards, we invited him and the 3 Indian Elders to come to Sunday dinner. We'd make American soup and Elders Bora and Kaithwas would make dal. Joel would prepare the rice and he and Elder Massey would help with the coleslaw. Every guest really wanted to help and contribute. It was the busiest kitchen scene ever with 5 men wearing aprons! I was definitely outnumbered. It was all I could do to get out of their way and just set the table and be the photojournalist.

                     Men's Day in the kitchen

                  Many hands make light work

                 Except mine doing Jazz Hands

We will treasure these relationships and memories so much!  I get sweeping feelings of sadness when I realize they are soon to end. Ah dang, I said I wasn't going to get sappy. 

 One last sweet experience of the week happened with Elder Massey in the office. Of the entire missionary force, with the exception of our 2 Nepalis and our 6 Sri Lankans, there are only 5 remaining Elders left who are going to the temple next week to receive their endowments, he being one of them. He was the very last elder to attend the India MTC in Hyderabad, now all of our local missionaries are being sent to the Bangkok MTC prior to their mission. I offered to help him find the names of his male relatives who he could take with him to do their ordinance work for. We got on Family Search to look at his family tree. He was lacking some vital information for some people and he needed the permission to perform the ordinances from the nearest relative for others. So we fudged the rules in these circumstances just a little. I let him get on my phone to call his mom and we got on Facebook to contact his Aunty about getting her permission, which she was more than happy to give. She is actually a member who lives in Utah and was the first family member to join the church and introduce the rest of them to the restored gospel. As we entered the required information of his ancestors, the green temples started popping up! We printed off the cards for three of his male relatives. When I explained to him this could be the most significant gathering of Israel he'll do on his mission, he was visibly overjoyed at the thought!

     Elder Massey is not by nature a bouyant personality but he was simply ecstatic at the thought of taking his father Kamal Massey, his uncle Sanjay Massey, and his maternal grandfather Michael Robert with him on his upcoming temple journey. And he was offering them baptism and the required ordinances 

needed for salvation and exaltation just like the missionaries offer the ordinance of baptism to people still living. I could tell he was pondering these truths in his heart and it made him so happy. I smiled the rest of the day too every time I saw his joy and excitement. This is a special elder whose future we wonder about after we leave. He has become very dear to us and he seems to be thriving in the office environment. But how will he do after we leave? We will leave the answer to that question in God's capable hands. We thank the Lord we've had this opportunity to work with him. It's been a blessing. Sometimes people are here on earth not only for their own salvation but to help everyone around them with needed experience for their own growth and learning. Perhaps part of his mission is a test for all of us, from the President on up, down to his companions and fellow missionaries, to see if we are learning the lessons Jesus Christ would have us learn about love, compassion, and patience. For the most part I have merely endured my office assignment and will be quite glad when it's over but this short time with Elder Massey will definitely be one of the major takeaways of our mission that will have a lasting impact on us. Relationships are eternal when they occur in the framework of Christ's kingdom and our ongoing mantra is "people meet for a reason". And dear friends, especially those that teach us something, are the best souvenirs of all. 

Wherefore...seek ye earnestly the best gifts, always remembering for what they are given. To every man is given a gift by the Spirit of God, in order that every member may be profited thereby.

D&C 46: 8, 11, 29

Look what's trending

Sabbaths are missionaries' favorite days of the week. We live for them! Not only did Joel come out to church for the 3rd time but a brand new fellow named Ravi showed up as a result of Elder Cook's OYM in Hyderabad. How awesome is that?!  Joel had asked before if I would teach him some music lessons from the Conducting Course and of course, I was more than happy to do that. Ravi sat in on it too, followed by a missionary discussion given by the elders that we got to join in on. Experiences like these are the moments we'll treasure forever on our mission. We are praying and fasting for these two men to receive their own witness about the truthfulness of Jesus Christ and his Restored gospel. The manifestations of the Spirit can't be rushed or orchestrated but wouldn't that be the ultimate best ending to our time and energies here in India to see these men enter the waters of baptism? Feel free to add your prayers to ours.

 Both The Book of Mormon and hymns are powerful conduits of the Holy Spirit.

We had a dinner invitation later in the evening with another wonderful family in our ward--the Wilsons. Great parents, delightful kids. They have been in India for 5 years working for Exxon and have also lived in Russia. We had a scintillating visit with them. All of the expat families have been so very good to us. What a great start to our week! 

Their older daughter reminded me of me at her age. 

We woke up Monday morning to no water in our bathroom sink or shower. The toilets still flushed, thank goodness. They run on a "brown water" system. All is well in Zion! We still had water in our kitchen sink and in our guest bathroom. We were baffled what was going on. The explanatory email came later in the day. Bengaluru hasn't had the typical rainfall this year and our Brigade Complex, which is 11 buildings of 19-floor highrises, is daily having to truck in clean water, even when there's not a drought situation. So in an effort to conserve, the HOA powers that be cut each apartment's supplies by 2/3. We're not sure how long this arrangement will be but drastic times call for drastic measures.

Honestly, it's really not all that bad for us, just inconvenient we have to now take our showers and brush our teeth in the guest bathroom, the 1 sink that doesn't have a purifying filter on it. Not a big deal for us. We're only 2 people. But for the APs and Whitefield elders in a trio, they are trying to get 5 bodies ready every morning in 1 working bathroom so it's been a major ordeal for them. Hence, the Mc-APs have been coming over in the morning to shower here. Each shower has a geyser (pronounced by the locals as "geezer") which gives a limited tank amount of hot water. A half hour before, we have to remember to "turn on the geezer" which gives the first showerer a hot one. No such luck for the 2nd one. Or 3rd or 4th. No matter. We love roughing it! It builds character! And it may be our new normal . We've grown quite fond of our Americano elders and love their company, morning or evening. We've had them over for dinner for American cuisine on occasion because sometimes we all just need a break from biryani. To show their appreciation, they gave Elder D a thoughtful gift this week.

                           Is it a tie? Or a bib? 

Elder Dunlap is now trying to trend the squatty wide tie look in India. Good luck with that! 

There's another fashion trend here I'm sporting that luckily is already socially acceptable.  

                     The indoor ear muff !!

When the AC is blowing full blast in the office, I've found this to be a real help to keep me from freezing up and no one bats an eye or gives me strange looks. All ages wear them here, we've even seen grown men wearing ones that look like bunnies and elephants. 

                     Trying not to laugh 

Granted, most people wear them outdoors but hey, these are camo so maybe no one even sees them.

         Elder MacD unfazed by polar temps

So what else is trendy in India? Now's a good time as any to explain the nuances of the Indian head bobble with a short video:

Let's face it, Indians just have more talent and flexibility in the head/neck region than the rest of the world combined. I have so much stiffneckedness! Here's another video of our talented elders. 

No matter where we are in the world, some trends stay constant. Friday night is date night, a perk only senior couples get to enjoy! This week was Valentine's so we celebrated that on Friday. After an early dinner eating out, (we had the restaurant completely to ourselves as Indians eat their dinner meal as late as 9:30 at night) we walked down a side street off the main artery, taking in the early evening vibe. We haven't done as much walking in Bengaluru except to church and the engraving shop on occasion. Walking is a great date anywhere you find yourself, but in India, it's a sensory and cultural event! The sights, sounds, and smells are something you won't find anywhere in Americana, that's for sure. 

Every variety of banana you can imagine 

                   Now that's a tub o' turmeric!

Using the rough concrete of the street for a laundry scrubbing surface. How resourceful!

" ...nevertheless, the people became exceedingly expert in the working of cement" Helaman 3:7

It's inevitable you'll run into a few street dogs  during your walk and "Coleman", named after Elder McSwain, is our local favorite. 

             Smelling cookies in his dog dreams 

          A new yoga position. Sideward Dog

And to end our date,

a small slice of sunset betwixt the skyscrapers.

Saturday on P-day after chores, we ventured to the place where the Elders bought Rob's tie. They described it as a thrift store so we were really excited about it, thinking we might find some good secondhand treasures. As it was, it was more like a markdown place for irregulars and items with slight flaws but were still brand new. We looked the whole store over but only came away with men's socks, which is actually outstanding because we have been looking everywhere for months for men's socks that come up high enough on the calf but apparently the trend in socks in India is ankle high for men. These ones we found are Dr. Scholls brand and they are great and are going to get him through to the end of his mission. So it was a score. Thank you Shopping Angel. There's still a couple of things I'd like to find and take home with me from India too. Tomorrow, the 18th, we'll be down to 30 days so our days are numbered and shopping isn't usually my favorite activity. It's gonna be tight.

Trending back home are photos of bath time and story time. 

 

Let's see now, I have no idea how to tie all these loose ends together for a cohesive final point. Do I even have one? Here's my attempt.

 There are times trends are good and positive and point us all in a good direction but other times we need to have the discernment to not follow the dangerous trends we see swirling around us that lead to dead ends or onto forbidden paths and strange roads. May we all strive to be soft hearted and open to the enticings of the Holy Spirit to guide us. May we not have stiffneckedness and stubbornness that makes us stuck in our ways and also vulnerable to the lures of Satan, and the emptiness and vanity of the world, to wear costly apparel and to vaunt ourselves above our neighbor. May we all value the Living Water that Christ offers us and drink deeply from its never ending wells. He promises that if we will drink of it, we will never thirst again and we will never be caught in a spiritual drought. That's a promise that can get us through the hardest of any trial. 

"I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely."

Revelation 21:7

"and because some of you have obtained more abundantly than of your brethren ye are lifted up in the pride of your hearts, and wear stiff necks and high heads because of the costliness of your apparel...because ye suppose that ye are better than they"

Jacob 2: 13

PS Let's pray for Joel and Ravi! 

Do the Needful

 One of the things we've absolutely adored about Indians is their creative use of the English language. They say things in ways we would never think to, which causes us continuous delight. They remind me of one of my very favorite characters of all time, the King of Siam, how he would learn a new word, such as etcetera, and then find every possible opportunity to incorporate it. And he would make up his own words too. 'Tis a puzzlement! When we hear such creative phrases, we too want to make it part of our lexicon as a lasting legacy of our experience here. For instance, India has created the word "prepone" which is, just like you would deduce, instead of postponing an event, you move it ahead of schedule. You prepone it! There really ought to be such a word, no? Let's use!  You don't just say "good morning" to begin your talk at church, you say "Very good morning, Brothers and Sisters". Please don't mumble now, "speak it up!" Other ones we heard just today- "to simple-ize things" and Christ's "crucification". There's an endless supply of creativity if only I could remember them all.

One such saying that seems to encapsulate the best of advice repeatedly given to me by President Bushi is this- "Sister, do the needful". I LLLUV it. And it's always the nod of approval I'm looking for so I can move ahead on a task. It's the perfect way to say, "don't freeze up with fear now, don't sweat the small stuff, just focus on what's important and it will all work out." We love President Bushi so much, he is an excellent communicator, leader, and teacher. And you can bet we'll be trying to "do the needful" long after we leave India. 

So we've had a LOT of Zone togetherness lately starting with last Friday, our 4 new missionaries from the Bangkok MTC arrived, a little dazed and bleary-eyed to their orientation meeting followed by lunch at the mission home. They've  perked up considerably since this photo and their initial shyness has worn off and their fun and distinct personalities have come into full bloom. We LLLuv them!

   Elders L. Bora, Gudepuvalasa, and Moradi

When they were looking for the prototype for a Ken doll, Mattel used Elder Moradi as their model. He has flawless skin, eyebrows, and hair, not to mention his slim figure! I never owned a Barbie doll, much less her male equivalent but I know the embodiment of Vintage Ken when I see him.

   Isn't he a doll?!

New Sister Boora on the left, not to be confused with Elder L Bora and Elder V Bora

 

The following day was transfers and 2 of our noobies were flown to different districts creating a domino effect of changes. Only two companionships in the whole mission remained intact. I am in a perpetual dither on Transfer Day, making sure everyone gets their codes to check into their flights and praying that all their cab drivers show up and get them to the airport. By 10:00 pm, everyone was in their new areas and I was finally able to breathe a huge sigh of relief. I don't relish this anxiety-ridden position at all, but it went a little smoother this time. And it's mind boggling to think only one more transfer to go before it's our own transfer day.

 Sister, breathe deep, you can do the needful.

To reward ourselves for having a recent birthday AND getting through transfers, we bagged laundry and grocery shopping til later and went the next day on P-day on an outing to Cubbon Park via the Metro. We did what old people do; walked around alot, and then laid down on the ground under a tree and took a nap. We snapped a few photos of things you find in parks:

                   Statues. (Notice her regalia)

                             Wizard of Oz trees

               Cheeky monkeys stealing food

We located a Subway, no not the Metro, silly, the actual eating establishment that was near the Marriot Hotel and thoroughly enjoyed an American meal ala salad, a footlong sandwich, and soft cookies. Ahhh, comfort food! You need to start appreciating these things that you have access to every day. 

 

Sunday we made another contact at church with a first-time visitor, Sugandhi. 

                              Fingers crossed! 

We gathered again on Wednesday for Bengalore Zone Conference with excellent training on Finding and OYM, (opening your mouth.) Elder D and I are often used as Man and Woman on the Street, on the Metro, and in the Restaurant in role playing exercises. (Who says my years on the stage have been a waste?) Just like President Holmes did in our first mission, President Bushi gave us the most inspiring presentation on The Doctrine of Christ followed by a testimony meeting. The Spirit was felt so strongly by all of us. This is saving doctrine.

The Bengalore Zone

Me, sporting the Bo Peep look in my pantaloons.

We were all mega-pumped and eager to put our new finding skills into action, alas, we were severely waylaid by a special project. We were asked by the Asian Area Presidency to make a video for the Mission President Leadership Training before we lose Brother Micheal out of his Mission Assistant position and into his new role as Media Coordinator. For 2 days of filming, he had us standing out in fields singing, which I think began during Covid social distancing days, but is now standard protocol in every group music video you'll ever see. Like on every movie set during filming, there was so much sitting and waiting, which gave us more opportunities to deepen our patience. And because we were not a professional choir by any stretch of the imagination, there's some false hope that the more you sing a song the better you'll sound. Au contraire in this case. But we did bond to the hymn Now Let Us Rejoice as our director made us look joyfully at one another in "staged randomness" as we sang for dozens of takes. My voice was so hoarse by the end. And, oh the awkwardness of making eye contact and smiling at each other repeatedly! It was genuine the first few times, then it required real acting skills. 

                               And..... Cut!

       Enjoying a little downtime between takes

               Watching the fruit of our labors

                 Media Micheal in his element

One of the final takeaways for this last season of our Indian mission will be the choice experience we've had of working with Elder Massey. There'd been talks of having him return home since he's struggled to keep up with the rigors of missionary life. But President came up with an idea to have him split his time serving in the office with us. When he heard this, he was so discouraged and his sullen mood spread through the zone and his apartment. I felt so much empathy for him. It's hard to be a literal 5th wheel in a setting and system designed for 4. Many of the elders not assigned to live with him would put their arm around him as we'd walk from venue to venue while filming to try and gladden his heart, but he was inconsolable. So we were determined to help him feel some success in his assignment with us in the office. To watch him bloom and smile and feel confidence has been a beautiful thing to watch. Somewhere, in the course of a few days, he turned a corner. 

                His smile is my favorite thing.

It's also made me fall in love with my husband even more as I've watched him take him under his wing and show true friendship and Christlike patience with him. He really has been a help to us both, too. So it's a win/win.

 The Bengalore Elders have a ritual of going to Pizza Hut's all-you-can-eat Fridays because the price is right and they are notorious bottomless pits. We decided to take Elder Massey to reward him for his new attitude and work ethic and to let him know that working with a senior couple has a few benefits. We were completely unschooled on how India does this all-you-can-eat concept and ended up with 3 personal pizzas each. 

Pijja-pijja and more pijja

                         Thatsa lotsa Pijja!!

We weren't even sure we'd like corn on our veg pijja but actually, it has a good snap to it. 

                                 Nice bake

So at the end of the week, all feels right in our hearts. We are doin' the needful in what we've been asked to do and finding great joy in it. My skills have grown somewhat, Elder Massey is making leaps and bounds, and Elder Dunlap is a Supahstah.

Our encouragement and help has come to us 

from many heavenly sources.

"Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing."

D&C 88:119 

Me.

"Cease to sleep longer than is needful"

 88: 124 

Not me but someone i know 

"But one thing is needful, and (you) hath chosen that good part which shall not be taken away from (you). 

Luke 10:42

 Us

 

Our new mission! Hint- just add "ones" in the middle

 We're changing up our regularly scheduled blog to bring you some confirmed news. Did the hint help at all?  Well, no matter. It is official now with a Zoom call from Elder Kelly Johnson from the Asian Area Presidency. When our Indian visa expires on March 20th, we will spend the last 6 months of our mission in the...

     IndONESia Jakarta mission!!! In 6 more weeks we will be all-in-in Indonesia where we will serve as MLS (member/leader support) missionaries. We feel so very blessed that the Lord has given us yet another opportunity to fall in love with a new part of the world and a whole new set of people. If you think about our one year time in India being split into two halves with our YSA mission in Coimbatore and our office assignment in Bengaluru, and then include the 5 months spent in Church Headquarters at the Familysearch Library, we really will have 4 distinct mission experiences. We never expected to have the 4for1 mission special but we've always said we love variety and we love diversity! We know our time is short in India so we want to maximize our efforts here before we leave and really hope to hit the ground running as seasoned missionaries in a brand new country to maximize the relatively short time we'll have there too. It will be overwhelming at first like India was, I'm sure, but we can trust our Heavenly Father that he'll lead us by the hand in all new situations just as he has all along the way so we won't go with fear, only with immense gratitude and some curious delight. 

Though it's only Thursday, I'll make this our blog entry for this week since we have plans to go to Cubbon Park on P-day this Saturday that will take up a big chunk of the time I normally write. I'll make next week's extra long. Oh goody. 

The big event of the week was Elder Dunlap's 67th birthday! We started out with the idea of taking our co-worker Micheal to lunch with us since he's the only one who knows where we can get Mundi in Bengaluru. He's the current mission assistant but has been offered a new position as the Media Something Something Director for the church for all of India, so we wanted to celebrate that as well. But President Bushi came into the office and he caught wind of our plan and then he invited himself and the APs along and two other full-time employees and suddenly we had ourselves a party at Barkaas! His treat! 

The caravan's all here!

Trough for 4 

We had Mundi on Tuesday, then a sundae!

The birthday boy

Rockin' the Casbah

Wood you like to join us too?

The AP elders joined us again for late evening cake and ice cream at our apartment to finish the day. I think he felt duly celebrated. Everybody, including me, loves Elder Dunlap! 

It seems like for the last few Sundays we've had at least one foreign visitor a week at church and this week was no exception. Makenzie works for Amazon and she was in India for her work.  We invited her and Joel, our new friend, over to have Sunday dinner with us. This has become a treasured practice. Because we try to not go out to dinner as part of honoring the Sabbath, our guests seem to be glad for a home cooked meal, as simple as they usually are. We don't get many visitors to our home either so we love the company. 

     Come one, come all to the Dunlap Diner

You may have noticed my chopped off hair. It may surprise you to hear that for all our time in India, I'd never as yet gone to a "saloon". (Not a typo, that's what they call them here.) Nor did I ever go to a "salon" in SLC.  The reason is because I hate them. I've whacked at my own hair for over a year now partly because they never ever cut my hair the way I ask them to. I always just ask them for a tiny trim to fix my blatant mistakes but they disregard my requests and it's always the same. I take pictures of Lady Di and get Jamie Lee Curtis. Suddenly I'm all ears and chin. The problem with very short hair is it doesn't grow out well and so you need to keep cutting it short. Aha, now they've got you as a return customer! Dag nab it! But they aren't going to be seeing me again in this country. Now don't feel you need to tell me how much you like it. I've heard it all before and it doesn't help. I know what I had before was horrible too and was not actually a style but fair warning, I'm getting really close to being a weird old lady who wears a wig. End of rant. 

While we were at the mall having my wishes dismissed again, we saw something surprising that made all my dreams come true. A wall of happyness. A place where you can drop off your clothes you've outgrown or are tired of and if you want you can take something you need. In a mall. I love it. 

This is the closest thing to a thrift store in India.

I could end with photos and videos of our grandsons or our missionaries ( I'll save that for next time maybe?!) But instead I'll share an un-mission related incident that happened to us this week. Out of the blue one morning I got a WhatsApp from someone named Solange asking how I am. I'm racking my brain, without a picture, I was clueless. Someone we met in Coimbatore? She was talking about her 3 brothers and her mom. Then she sent a picture and it all came back. This was the Rwandan family we knew back in Sandy probably a decade ago. The boys were in elementary and jr high when they first came to America. Her mom spoke no English so we'd sing Rwandan spirituals in the car on the way to her job to fill the awkward silence. Now she reports her mom has a driver's license, speaks English, and the boys are all working and in college. 

                  Alivera looking like an angel

                 They've all matured just a tad! 

                          Lovely Solange

This just made me cry with joy to see this family, who in the beginning were refugees with nothing but an empty apartment, who thought a dishwasher was a storage closet. Now look at them all! If I had a bucket list, (which I don't) I'd like to have a friend from every nation. I'd like to teach them all about our Heavenly Father's love for them and his great  Plan of Happyness for all of his children. I'd like to be united with them in our faith in the God of Heaven who created our spirits, and his Son, our Savior who died to save us all. So now we get to add Indonesia, a Muslim nation, to where we will go to spread the good news of the restored gospel and the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. I never knew that, I would've supposed Indonesia was Buddhist. Nope, that was my Korean mission. And now Hindu in India. And next Muslim. Is there some divine plan to all of this? It sure feels like it to me! Well,  I gotta go, its time to learn some Bahasa. 

"He gave some apostles and some prophets...for the perfecting of the saints,,, for the work of the ministry...till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God"

Ephesians 4: 11-13

"One Lord, one faith, one baptism, One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all."

4: 5-6