The little church downstairs has a good problem: it needs more chairs. Every day of the week, sometimes twice a day, its growing congregation gathers in our church hall basement to share stories and a common identity. Sometimes they cry. Often they laugh. Usually, there’s applause. They mix it all up with a good pot of coffee, and somehow healing happens.
Alcoholics Anonymous has been meeting downstairs for as long as I can remember. I...
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