The church pews fill the church as far as the eye can see. They are made of wood, harvested from ancient trees long ago. They gleam with the look of tender love and care, since they are polished after each ceremony.
Beside church pews, Inside Church
priest
congregant
I attend the church every week and say my prayers dutifully. I always put coins in the poor box. I light a candle for my departed mother.
Aye, Christ. Aye!  Welcome, the lord welcomes all Oh Priest, Let us remember our vows of abstinence fair maiden Haha, oh good priest. I apologize for my incompetent tongue, I was meaning to ask about my father. He's been found recently, crying and screaming about angles, and hell, and damnation in bed. He hasn't moved an inch! No one but the Lord may help him now. Cry no more I don't mean to question you Father, but, nothing? Is he going unto God? Is he going to get better? I've known priests to do what he does. Priests they may be, but God, they are without. He is the only way. You say you have seen yourself. You must know then our modern medicine won't do. Well, what if he was given something to sleep? Or he could see a priest? Don't you have herbs of some kind, Father?  This may subdue his immediate pain but bring him to me, you must. Hmm...he can't move too much. Is there anyway you could make a home visit? Alas, I cannot. As those before me have fondled young boys in their home. It is forbidden. He must come here