When I was at church,
everyone had their heads bowed..a low hum of prayer.
But then I heard a giggle. I heard her voice.
I looked around and no one else had heard it but me.
I lifted my head and looked up.
I saw Christ hanging on a cross, with images of saints on muli-colored painted glass behind him.
With wood walls that croaked. A place of emptiness.
And in that moment, I experienced a paradigm shift.
I realized that Im going back to my church. A place of no absolution.
I slowly stood up and while everyone had their heads bowed, she came up to me and held my hand.
I walked out with her and said...Amen.