The interior of the sanctuary is dark as I stand in my pew, head bowed. Plates of wafers and thimble-sized cups of grape juice pass between the rows.
The Body by Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
Tag: Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
The interior of the sanctuary is dark as I stand in my pew, head bowed. Plates of wafers and thimble-sized cups of grape juice pass between the rows.
