“We’re having a fellowship today,” my mom announced as we were getting ready for church. Music to my ears. Thank goodness, I thought, since I wasn’t too hip on going to church but I did like these “fellowships.” To my young mind, it translated into while the adults stand around talking, you kids can run around unsupervised, and there’s going to be lots of food, too. Nice! It made perfect sense to me when I later heard these gatherings humorously referred to as times of “bellyship.”
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