On Sunday at church, we’re going to stand up and sing some songs, sit down and pray, stand up and say a statement of belief, sit down and listen to the Bible read and taught, then eat a strange, mini-meal of bread and juice.
Why? Like so many things, it’s a tradition we do. We did it last week, and we did it last year, and hundreds of years before that other people did it… at least it seems that way. Read more →