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While I don't believe I've ever seen this at my local church, I half-remember seeing it somewhere....(perhaps the church where I grew up?)


Oh my! I really don't have words.


Well now......


At the churchs my parents attended when we lived in Africa making change was common. The offertory wasn't passed around though, it was set up on the altar. The women would dance up to the altar and make their change there when leaving their offering.

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