It was a beautiful church. Stacked with rows of pews. The old woodworking of each bench with red velvet covering each row. The old worn look of many followers sitting and kneeling. The stained worn wood in front where their hands laid to pray. Windows fill with stained glass to allow the beam of light from the sun to shine through. I could see the speckled particles of dust shining like the light at the end of a tunnel. In front of me was a platform with a podium built of beautiful wood. The twisting of old wood like a tree trunk had grown right where it stood. I could see the minister draped with a gorgeous robe made of white satin with red trim, the band to the left of him sat with the instruments resting between their legs with rod iron
