The Connection
-where PUCS stories come to you-
3/28 Wondertaking

Welcome to “The Connection” blog! Here, PUCS stories will unfold throughout the year.
It is fitting that this inaugural post comes in the midst of one of our wildest weeks. Right now, jazz chords slip under my office door, as the band warms up for Spring Production. Through my window, the explosive glee of PUCS kids hollering on the playground tells its story.
This is PUCS: a community of never ending creative movement and meaning making that we call “education.” Sometimes, the fuel po
wering this movement is the ecstatic joy that children revel in. Beneath their joy, and giving structure to it, is love. PUCS runs on love. And this entire community revels in that.
Given the spirit of love here, landing as the Interim Executive Director has been an incredible experience. I get about 5-7,000 steps in every day in

this role and almost as many hugs from the pre-schoolers, it seems. And from day one, the love and care that go into the massive “Wondertaking” of Spring Production prep has been evident everywhere. The beautiful letters of the entry hall “WONDER” sign filling in; Mrs. Lightfoot’s mus
ic classes running the songs; the rehearsals getting better and better –
the sheer goodness and staggering effort baked into this magical piece of communal art is palpable and powerful.
Where else can a year’s worth of learning be transformed into original singing, dancing, movin’ and groovin’ by kids down to 5 years old? These children shine so beautifully, literally claiming and proclaiming their place in God’s good world!
This thing we have, this thing we do–PUCS itself–is full of the same glory that
the Psalmist celebrates in Psalm 19. The glory that shines in the heavens also shines in the “Sanc” at PUCS through the bodies, minds,
songs and swoops of these wondrous dancing children.
Let’s keep giving all we can to this work – this holy work – this Wondertaking.
Dave Swanson serves as PUCS’ Interim Executive Director. He thinks PUCS is pretty rad.
Whoever you are, the world offers itself to your imagination.
Mary Oliver


