On Good Friday we visited a small church plant that meets in a middle school. The lunchroom benches we sat on were slippery; the space austere. The lights were off. Several lit candles sat on a table at the front. A hush descended on the small assembly, those who’ve come for a taste of sadness, a time to remember in word and song about the sacrifice of …
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