Growing up my mom would get up every Lord's Day morning and put a roast in the crock pot. We called it "holy roast." It was always a great meal that was special to our family.
Tomorrow morning we will get up and make our way to Old Columbiana Road. We will eat a "holy" meal there with our spiritual family. It is always special too.
"For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until He comes." (1 Corinthians 11:26; NASBU).
Jason Cicero
