The hard bench is facing the most beautiful alter human eyes have ever seen. Gold drapes the walls behind where the preacher stands. A large dark oak and gold bench in front of where they would stand. A large piano off to the side.
Front Row, Inside Church
worshiper
preacher
I am a preacher who does not believe in the deity. I once did, before I saw how corrupt and decadent my church is. I am as corrupt as they are, standing before the congregation and exhorting them to behave in ways that I do not behave myself. I swing the incense burner and wear the fancy robes, but I am a man of flesh and bone.
Hello fellow worshipper, how are you? Sir, it is an honor to speak to you. I am well. How are you this fine day? I'm ok. I could use a brew though.  Sir! Surely you jest. What? A preacher can;t make a joke? Of course thee can. Forgive me sire. You are fine. What brings you here on this day? Preacher, I love the Lord. But he does not talk to me like he does to others. What am I doing wrong? Does the Lord hate me? No son not at all. he doesn't really talk to us. He is more for guidance. I could use some guidance. My daughter has fled town with a beggar! i hope she went willingly? She said she was