A Church story

  The beauty of some of the Churches is the simple fact that it is almost, always, open. On the other hand, many other parishes have taken the unhappy writer of the Ecclesiastes a little too seriously "a time for everything"- A time to open, a time to pray, and a time immediately after, to close. It would seem like the heavenly call centre was open only on Sundays. The huge, quiet, cool emptiness of a Church could be described as ‘peace well defined’. Sitting there enjoying this definition, I watched as boys came hurrying in from their games outside with a quick request for divine intervention during their exams. A young executive rushed in with his bags. His finger licked at the holy water, knelt down in prayer, one hand placed over his cellular phone, prepared to draw at the first vibration, only one knee touched the ground - a Gideon warrior ready to go to some corporate war. A sad old man prayed deep, weighed down by huge worries. The angel of peace hadn't fluttered h...