Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
My husband and I take a right at the driveway marked by a light blue sandwich board sign:
We enter the living room of the farmhouse where our Meeting gathers every Sunday for worship. I settle into a straight-backed chair softened with an ivory sheepskin, close my eyes, place my feet flat on the floor, rest my open palms in my lap, and…
ContinueAdded by Iris Graville on 10th mo. 24, 2011 at 2:48pm — 2 Comments
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