Come as you are to my circle

I saw a sign outside a Christian church: “Come as you are”. I thought about my small town childhood: about getting up on Sunday mornings to get ready for Sunday school, about the weeks when Sunday school was cancelled and we had to sit stiffly in pews instead of colouring, and about tea and cookies…

Come as you are to my circle was originally published on We're Made of Mud and Magic

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