This is the quarters where the pope of the church lives. It is a loft with a bedroom, and makeshift kitchen and a sitting area. It has a wall full of gospel books and materials and the linens are all silk.
Popes dormitory, Inside Church
pope
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.
Oh Holy Father! I come to you with an issue most pressing! Most dire! Forgive my intrusion, but I fear that there is no one else that could help me in my time of need! My son, to come to my dormitory, it must me of great urgency, pray how can I help? Oh Holy One... though preacher I may be, I... I simply cannot believe in the Lord Our God any longer! Forgive me, Sir, and excommunicate me if you must, but You need only gaze upon the corruption of the church to see why my faith is so utterly shattered! My son, my son, of what corruption do you speak that has so shattered your belief? My Lord! If I have prayers left in me, I pray for this: that You do not break my heart with such denial! Look upon these vestments! Look upon this chamber and its material wealth! How?! How can we wear and live with such riches and still ask so much more of the poor?! My son, I understand your distress. I too once questioned the things with which we surround ourselves. I must turn you to the good book. The good book? THE GOOD BOOK?! Do you think I have not read the GOOD book?! My son, the Bible, the Bible....tells us, in Christ's own word's "there will be poor always". Do what we will, we cannot only ease the plight of the poor, not change their lot in life. The Bible also says, "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter Heaven!" Look at us! We are rich and our people are poor! What does this tell you, You 'Holiness"? But we do not seek these earthly riches, God has provided them as a sign that we are his voice on earth. And to allow us to spread his word. What rancid nonsense! Our deeds should be our riches! These rags mean nothing! If riches were signs of God's graces, he would have come to Earth as the son of a merchant or a king, not a carpenter! My son, what would you have me do, throw away and disregard these beautiful gifts from the people who give them freely from their hearts as signs of their love of God? And insult them and degrade them?