A few weeks ago, we held a surprise party at church. Our pastor has been with us for fifteen years now, and we decided to mark the occasion with a celebration. The party was a catered brunch in our fellowship hall immediately following the annual congregational meeting. Cake was served, [brief] speeches were made, laughter ensued, the Bishop appeared. And a gift was given: A group of the quilters started working months ago. One provided a pattern, we all dug into our stashes for bright batiks, a couple of yards of Kona black was acquired, and the blocks were divided up. One woman provided a refresher course on cat washing paper piecing. Another returned to quilt piecing after several years away. All went according to plan! And he was pleased!