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Welcome! 

Thank you for reading my blog. I appreciate your time and attention.

To introduce myself, my name is Enno Limvere and I am an ordained pastor of the United Church of Christ, my current standing is in the Prairie Lakes Association of the South Dakota Conference. I am married to Kileen, my wife of over 7 years, and we live in Aberdeen, SD.

Besides being a pastor, I am also a musician, playing the bass guitar (also play guitar, piano, mandolin, and native flute on various levels) for three local bands (sometimes we get paid), I am the founder and President of Green Aberdeen (the local environmental group), I own a karaoke business, part of the Fallout Creative Community (helping people of all abilities to express themselves through art and find community), love to sail, hike, and travel (been to 36 states and over 12 countries). I also a beginner of Tai Chi and have completed 3 levels of Healing Touch Therapy training. I have also written Christian songs.

I also have fibromyalgia, which is a disease that is centered in chronic pain and chronic fatigue. This has held me back in many ways, but is still teaching me patience and making choices of where I should focus my energies and my time.

I am also a writer. Besides writing sermons and monthly newsletter articles, I also write a daily meditation on my personal Facebook page. You can check out my writings and music also on this link: Vanasõna Facebook Page  I am also working on a group discipleship book and have written a confirmation program for churches.

I am named after my grandfather, my dad's dad, who died in WWII. To try to make a long story short, his family is from Estonia (small Baltic country north of Poland). His parents were married after Estonia got its independence from the Russian Czars. My grandfather was born Eugene Limberg in St. Petersburg as a German Russian whose family fled during the Bolshevik Revolution. Upon marrying my grandmother, Helena, he changed his name to Enno Limvere to be a part of the new country. During WWII, my grandfather was drafted into the German army after the Estonia was overrun and they fled before the Soviet Union reconquered. My grandmother had three young children and was pregnant with my father when they resettled in Czechoslovakia where my dad was born, June 27, 21945, right after the war ended in Europe. My grandmother snuck across the border of the Iron Curtain to find a displaced persons camp in West Germany where my dad spent the first 5 years of his life. In 1950, they came to the US of A through Ellis Island and settled in Valley City, ND. My grandfather was never heard from again. The best guess is he died in a Soviet Union prison camp sometime after the war. 

I hope that you will come and check out my posts and engage in conversation.

May God bless you and keep us all.

Peace...
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