William Consiglio Dmin

Spiritual Friends Six William Consiglio Dmin

Empty ChurchThe door unlocked, so I stepped in. No lights were on, the place was dim. Into an empty church today, I took some time to think and pray. The windows had been closed so long, for such a lengthy time;so stuffiness had filled the placewith the airless quarantine. And yet there was a presenceof the people who worshiped there;for I saw where each one sat each weekas if they were still here. No hymns I heard, no organ played, no words were spoken out;yet I could hear the preacherand the reader still about. I knelt upon the cushionsthat circled the altar rail; I raised my eyes to the wooden crossfrom years so worn and pale. It was not long when then I thoughtI heard the chapel door;it creaked and seemed to open wide;were footsteps on the floor?Was I alone? Who had come in?I dared not look to see. I wondered who had joined me inthe dim lit sanctu'ry. I hoped the one had worn a mask;would keep six feet away. I guess I was annoyed by this, I came to pray alone today. I tried to close my eyes once more, I bowed my troubled head;that's when I heard a voice within, and this is what it said: "No virus, no pandemic, no world predicament, has made me turn away from thosewho each week are participantsin this my house, my temple true;for those who come within. Nothing can take you from my care, no sickness, faults or sin. I Am your Father God, your Jesus is my Son, in you the Holy Spirit dwells, we there with