Church

Sunday morning, another city, looking for a familiar and comfortable church, I saw two spires above the rooftops. It was an inner city church named for a saint I did not know. I was early. I admired the vaulted ceiling with painted angels, the colorful statues of Jesus, Mary and Joseph. I watched as people came quietly, pausing at the narthex, crossing themselves with water, genuflecting at the pew, kneeling, praying. There was something in that church I wanted. Not something of the church itself, beautiful as it was, but something in the people, something to be found in the silence.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh