Part II: THE CHURCH

HE WENT TO CHURCH THAT SAME NIGHT.

HE WALKED THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR...

GOT A DRINK OF WATER...

HUNG UP HIS JACKET...

LOOKED THROUGH THE GLASS

AT THE BACK OF THE AUDITORIUM

FOR A PLACE TO SIT...

AND THEN HE FROZE.

HE KNEW THAT IF HE WENT INSIDE

HE WOULD BE LOST.

THE COLD DARK ICE WOULD BE DESTROYED

AND HE WOULD BE NOTHING BUT PAIN.

HE LEFT THE FELLOWSHIP HALL

AND LOOKED OUTSIDE AT THE SNOW

ON THE GROUND AND THE LIGHT

POURING DOWN FROM WITHIN THE CHURCH.

AND HE FELT ALONE.

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHY HE WANTED TO CRY.

BUT AS THE WORSHIPPERS BEGAN TO SING

HE SAT AND LISTENED...AND THEN HE LEFT.

AND THERE WAS NO TWILIGHT TO LIGHT HIS WAY...

AND NO NIGHTMARE TRAIN WITH WHICH TO ESCAPE...

HE ONLY WISHED THAT THERE WAS.