I don’t remember what specific day it was, but I know it was Communion Sunday. We partook of the bread of God and it was time for the cup of God. I had taken a full cup of the blood of God, and when it was time to take the cup, it was empty. I don’t know where it went, but I know I didn’t spill it or drink it. This is my miracle.
:: Written by Shirley Morgenstern, Deacon
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