Naturalization ceremonies are scheduled monthly. I have attended (I think) five of them over the past eight-ish years. In many ways, it is pretty much the same every time -- location, schedule, sequence of events, and so forth. It would be easy, I suppose, to see it as simply routine proceedings, and so I am particularly appreciative of the presiding judge. Each time, he has communicated great respect for the process and for the people involved. His demeanor and words remind us that each one of the 193 people is unique, with a unique and worthwhile story. He honors their histories and their countries of origin.
Throughout the ceremony, and even before it begins, there is a consistent theme of gratitude for those who have served in the military. Honor is given, recognizing the significance of their sacrifices for our country. As I sat and listened to words like "armed forces" and "military" and "those who served," I recognized and honored them collectively. More than that, though, I thought of individuals -- people like Eric, Perry, Mr. B, Mark, Gene, Dan, Ernie, Bruce, Wil, Ryan, Grandpa J, Jeff, Scott, and many others. I thought of their stories, their families, their commitment. We are blessed to have such people among us.
I am grateful.
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