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May the Work Continue


The campaign continues as we establish The John Anthony Clary Umberger Foundation

to inspire others to live boldly and make a difference as John did.


What will you do?


The Purpose

The foundation’s purpose is to make the world a brighter and better place just as John did before his death.


Through the foundation’s five focus points, we want to inspire others to make a difference and to consider “what would John do?”

Join us as “the campaign continues” to carry on John’s legacy.

The Pillars

The Focus of Our Efforts











The Board

Meet the JACU Executive

Abigail Umberger


Lauren Doyle


Sean Doyle


Nathan Umberger

Vice Chair 

Linda Clary 

Executive Director

Whitney VanMeter


Rick VanMeter



Meet the JACU Board Members 

Sara Brooks Adams

Sarah Baker

Mo Baptiste

Lauren Bosler

Eolene Boyd-MacMillan

Tracey Burnette

Alexander Campbell

Josie Coats

Doug Coulter

Alex Coulter

Diane Dematatis

Joanna Dematatis

Amanda Gross

Kayley Henderson

Carol Holmes

Jackie Howard

Laing Humphries

Henderson Hunter III

Jones Hussey

April Kerr Roscher

Megan Kessell

Wilson Kieffer

Ian Koll

Tracy Koll West

Carol Maloney

Jessie Mason

Kyndall McKemie

Oby Morgan

Everett Nadal

Allison O'Brien

Michael Roberts

Corinna Robinson

Clark Seydel

Caroline Thomas

Ben Umberger

Caroline Watkinson

George Watkinson

Harry Watkinson

Ken West

Holmes Whalen

Chesley Wiseman

Jade Womack


We are in the process of applying for 501c3 status and all donations the IRS will view as retroactive.

We can accept check donations made payable to: The JACU Foundation & mailed to: P.O. Box 19672, Atlanta, GA 30325


P.O. Box 19672

Atlanta, GA 30325


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On Work

By Kahlil Gibran

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary. And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,

And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge, And all knowledge is vain save when there is work, And all work is empty save when there is love;

And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection,

even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.

And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”

But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger. And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distills a poison in the wine.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

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