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.