“Pardon me. I did not wish to interrupt you.” A tall, handsome man stood in the doorway. He was clean and modestly dressed; a human mirror of the church I stood in.
“You didn’t Father. Thank you for waiting. Prayer does not come easy for me.” I stepped away from the alter and walked to the priest, “you have a lovely church. It moved me to try.”
“It is a shame that it takes a church to make you speak to the Almighty, but I am glad it has done so just the same.” He offered his hand to me, “I am Father Gabriel.”
- Our visit to a nearly perfect Church today. (pastormikesays.wordpress.com)