Yes, I did indeed brave Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve
service requires bread for communion, and the easily-torn,
minimal-crumb, janitor-friendly sweet-tasting King's Hawaiian (AKA
"God's communion bread") was available only there.
But I
survived without harm. I was, after all, on a mission from God. With
all the protection
that implies.
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