It's a very humble abode - any smaller and you could mistake it for someone's home.  In the front room is a small altar for prayer and offerings.  The two rooms to the sides are places where the priest and a traveler can rest.
A small church, Inside Church
soldier
bird
I fly in the air and flap my wings. I sometimes get used for food. I do not like rain or other bad weather.
Good day, man of war!  Hello, bird! Thank you for the honor. How did you find yourself in a church? I fluttered in through an open window and now find myself trapped. It is raining, however, so I am happy to stay a while  I am sure you are welcome to stay as long as you like. It is a church, after all. And God loves all of us, whether we have feathers or legs! I would not mind a few worms I must say.  Once it is done raining, I'm sure you will find many. The rain tends to unearth them. I do feel a twinge of guilt when I have to deprieve a worm of its life. We are all God's creatures, did I not just say? But they are .. so tasty  Do not worry, bird. It is all a part of the circle of life. Fighting is something to take pride in.