Theresa was walking across the parking lot toward the church.  She couldn’t believe that in her fifty four years of living, she had a reason to step foot inside of a Catholic Church.  She just wished that her first experience was attending a wedding rather than a funeral.  She noted that she was about to enter a rather modern church, that looked as thought it had been built withing the past thirty years, as evidenced by the absence of stone and morter from the days of old.  She was already intimidated by the massive weight of the brass door, adorned by jewel toned stained class, donning images of men, women, and children of biblical images..

Upon entering the church, she was amazed to see how the building disguised an endless ceiling, that she immediately thought of as a stairway to heaven.  The creme colored walls allowed the shiny mohogany floors and double rows of rectangular shaped pews filled with solemn faced people in dark clothes, to catch her eye.  The warm sun shining through the floor to ceiling stained glass windows gently adorned the creme colored walls with a kaleidoscope of jewels.  At the same time, the faint smell of earthy, warm, spicy smell of frankenscense welcomed her to this enchanting fortress.  At the very front of the church, a rectangular shaped large table was covered with a white cloth, topped with an amethyst, silk runner.  She recalled that table being called an alter.  Behind the Alter, there was a large, life size wooden cross topped with a statue of a man with his head wrapped in a thorned crown and large nails through his bloody palms and crossed feet.  She sat down in one of the hard pews and waited with anticipation for the coffin to make it’s way in for the ceremony.

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