Come, eat this bread with me. Take my humble hand and let us pray.
Don't come dressed as a lady; come as you are. My father will turn over in his grave, and you will join the circle of those who love much, because they have been forgiven much.
Smile at the sticky baby. Sing loudly because everyone means it; even the words don't matter.
Remember the sins of your youth, let your tongue slide over them, wipe them on the white paper napkin.
Tell your friends.
"Receive the blood of Christ, shed for you."
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