The bell rang out, calling the
faithful to prayer. She finished dressing in her Sunday best and hurried along
with others, getting to the appointed place just before the appointed time.
Once inside the cool interior, she looked up at the magnificent stained-glass
window and marvelled yet again at its rich colours and radiance.
Overhead,
the high ceiling and ornate carvings calmed her down further, and she walked
slowly to her habitual place. Her eyes sought out the one face she longed to
gaze upon, and she lost herself when she found it.
For
the next hour, she was in a strange, calm mood, quite unlike the torment she
had suffered in earlier weeks. For she had now reached her decision, she knew
she had chosen the right path for herself for the rest of her terrestrial life.
At
the end of the hour, as people trickled outside slowly, she came to the heavy
oak door. She communicated her decision to the official who congratulated her.
They decided to meet later that week for all the administrative details to be
sorted out, her departure to sequestration had to be planned. And she was ready to leave, her momentous
decision had been finalised.
Turning
around for one last look at the crucifix before she left the church, her eyes
moist, she whispered to her Lord, whose benevolence she had long accepted, who
she would now serve happily and diligently as His servant, “Without this place,
I would have never found You.” (250 words)
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