Tonight, in a small, thatched village hall, nearly fifty girls and young women got together for fun activities and an Easter Egg Hunt.
The eight women in uniform - and here I'm counting one 16 year old who officially is still a 'Young Leader' but in reality is ten times more reliable and sensible than most adults - who gave their time and skill to organise the event were not paid. They are never paid.
There were girls of several religions, and none. Of several colours. Of very different backgrounds, economic, social... girls with one parent, girls with two, girls with more ! ... girls from several schools, girls who are homeschooled.
Sometimes, our umbrella organisation gets carried away, and the general public and the media have a field day, but in the end ... Jesus said ... suffer the little children to come unto me .... and He didn't attach any conditions.
A friend of our organisation frequents the local pub. He told me tonight, that a young lady who works in there, innocence long since defeated, scarred by life and growing up, told him - every time I walk into the Village Hall, I remember what it was to be happy.
She was a Brownie.
We may not be perfect. But our hearts are in the right place.