There comes a time in which every Sacrament Program must leave the comfort and safety of the printer where it was born and venture out into the cold, unforgiving world of the ward members’ hands. There they might be written on and mistreated, or they might be perused with love and appreciation. It’s impossible to know beforehand what vicissitudes await those Sacrament Programs who are brave enough to take the world head-on, but the Sacrament Program which attempts to stay forever in the warm embrace of its mother printer often ends up as a paper jam.

As it is with Sacrament Programs so it is with humans (which are sometimes known as the “Sacrament Programs of the Animal Kingdom”). He who has ears to hear, let him hear. We wish all the best to those SPotAK who are leaving in the near future—may those who scribble on you break their crayons.