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
maintenance person
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 my son, let's not place such an dirty instrument on my holy places.  Ah yes. I should be more observant. Father, is there anything else in this front row that needs addressed? No, that spot is all that needs fixing here.  You need to be quick about your work. I'm moving as fast as I can, but you cannot rush great work. Say, I believe I saw a young child in here crying earlier today. Yes, another destitute living on the street.  They see this beautiful alter and think I can help them.  Perhaps you can offer to take her in, even just for the night. It will be bitter cold. Do I look like I run a nursery here? You're so keen on helping her you take her in. You are a man of the cloth! You should be worried about your flock. Of course I'm worried about my flock.  Perhaps you are right, I shouldn't turn away such troubled souls.  Exactly, Father. Please try and remember a time you have been in need and wanted the charity of someone. I'm just a humble maintenance worker, but even I know that kindness is rewarded eternally. Yes yes. I'm pleased that you clearly listen to my mass on Sundays.  See! Your words have affected me deeply. That's why I take such pride in keeping this church in good repair.