The nave of the church is a simple but ethereal looking room that is big enough to hold a couple hundred people. There are simple wooden benches, ten feet long, arranged in rows through the room, with one aisle down the center. The benches face the pulpit. Along the side walls of the room there are beautiful stained glass windows depicting Biblical imagery.
Nave, Inside Church
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I belong to the catholic church.  There are many people in my church from all walks of life.  My horse and I take a long worn trail to get to church every week.  My horse is exhausted every time we make the trip.
My trusty steed an I have come for the weekly service.  I see, do you have anything to donate to the Nave?  I only have my love to offer this week, preacher, What will this weeks service be in regards to.  The service will be in regard to this magnificent bride here, who blesses us with her presence.  Congratulations, to the bride! The long ride here was worth it. My trusty steed also congratulates the couple.   I am sure she appreciates it the warm wishes. Now, please you must have something to donate to this Holy Nave? I only have my love and attention this week, preacher. This Nave will make a beautiful place to host a wedding. The stained glass windows are very ornate. I may not have any gold to donate, but I may be able to help in other ways. How else may I contribute to you, preacher? All this beauty is possible because of the generosity of men. You can start by cleaning the floors. They can never be too clean!  I will gladly oblige! I will make sure they are clean enough to eat off of. Do not worry I will also clean under the benches, Preacher.   Why thank you. You see, in my old age, I am not able to tend to the cleaning tasks as I used to. But a strong person like you...  I am happy to be of service to you! Now, that I have cleaned the floors, is there anything else I can do?   That bench there, it needs some sturdiness. Would you care to mend the wood? We will need all the seating we can muster for tonight. 