The church pews fill the church as far as the eye can see. They are made of wood, harvested from ancient trees long ago. They gleam with the look of tender love and care, since they are polished after each ceremony.
Beside church pews, Inside Church
follower
priest
I am a priest from the nearby abbey.  I take confessions at Sunday mass.  I am even tempered and mild.
How I love these beautiful pews! The wood just gleams in the light.  It sure does. It really is a sight to behold, sir. Thank you very much. What brings you here today? I was going to ask for a favor, sir. I need some words of guidance/ Sure, my child. What can I do for you? Well the past few weeks have been quite negative for me. I've worked myself to the bone. I'm so sorry to hear that.  I have no family or friends either.  There, there.  Thank you, sir. I needed a hug. What happened to your family? Well they never really were there for me as a kid. I haven't talked with them in several years. Sigh