“We will begin by singing — uh, by NOT singing — Hymn #. . . ,” the brand-new bishop said, called just one Sunday before church shut down for sixteen weeks. This is our first masked Sunday back. Intentional emptiness. Every fourth row has a white paper sign taped up: “Sit here.” No hymnbooks in […]
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