Sunday morning came too early after my night of fitful sleep, but once my family and I arrived at the small community center where our church met for worship, I was glad I’d come. Our church was a little group, only a few dozen people, but Gary and Mr. Slate and others I knew from school and businesses in the community were all there, and whenever our church met, I always felt like people were accepting and happy to see me. And somehow, when we sang and prayed, the worries from outside the building seemed to recede a little.
Chapter 2: Pomegranate Jam
Updated: Jul 25, 2022
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