I just found out today that the church I went to all through my early life burned down recently.
There was nothing prettier on an early Easter morning, with the sun coming through the stained glass onto the simple light blue and white painted alter with the dark wood and polished brass. You know the kind of low-angle sunlight that comes through the panes and catches the stirred dust hanging in the air in beams of light? It's one of those images that etches itself into your memory.
Anyway... They say the true house of God is in your heart. Sad that it takes something like this to make that feel really real.
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