As a kid in a Baptist church, once a month after the morning service we had a fellowship hour. The congregation would immediately retire to the basement fellowship hall (there’s that word again), a room used for talking and eating for cookies and conversation. When you are twelve, you are most interested in the cookies. The fellowship hour was really an invitation to stay after church for refreshments. If you want to experience the genuine thing when it comes to fellowship you have to be committed to fulfilling four qualities of real life
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