The house church meets in my friend's apartment later today. I was asked to provide some baked goods. It had been months since I baked, and I got a little carried away. My fellow worshippers will have to take home some of the output.
I have mixed feelings about house churches. They are cozy, and in a country where public churches are subject to surveillance, they offer a sense of privacy. But house churches can become cliquish. There is the ever-present danger of the church's deteriorating into a social club.
Above: A portion of the baked goods I produced this morning
Below: The women from the house church assemble for tea and coffee at a shop downtown.
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