It was a normal Sunday morning with the exception of a 10 mile run in preparation for the TCS NYC Marathon.
I walked into church a few minutes after the music had started and saw my husband leading worship on the stage. I’ve been seeing this sight since I was 13 or 14 in the church we grew up together in. Our Pastor announced that we’d be taking communion and that it would be given at the beginning of the service this week.
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