Personal Journeys: On Christmas Eve in Ukraine, the Church Is Chilly (or Is It?)

The 12 of us across the kitchen desk stated our prayers individually in hushed tones.
Michael Ziatyk, the seventy three-yr-previous head of the family, dipped his spoon into the massive bowl of wheat porridge on the middle of the desk and twice swept it back and forth within the signal of the...
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