...Because you are my kinsman, should you therefore serve me for nothing? Tell me, what shall your wages be?...
Grace comes through the hands of a 97 year old woman. When I visit her she, in her own way, presides and gives me communion. The bread is crackers or tea biscuits and the wine is wine or liquer. The liturgy lasts as long as the conversation does and it always ends with a hug...a big intimate hug! Peace be with you!
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