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Later that day, she set off for a walk. She wrapped her coat around herself and let her feet lead the way… Through the field of waving long grass and through the tunnel she did pass. Across the young trees of a forest it made, up the hill that could be a small maze and at the top she stopped in her tracks. Partly made breathless from the route she had passed. But down below a village she saw. So appealing, quite strange, she needed to know more.

Once she had entered the village, she looked up and saw a beautiful church. It had traditional stain glass windows and a wonderfully sculpted cross on its roof. An unusual urge came over her; she just had to go in. Confused she just let her feet lead her. She’d never liked church. To her, it meant a bunch of old ‘fags’ just sitting around critizing everyday people and bowing down in worship to some guy you can’t even see. But she’d never experienced it. She never remembered going into church. She remembered visiting old castle ones. Which were mainly rubble now. But when she stepped into this church, an incredibly weird sensation whizzed through her. It was as though it was home. Also it was certainly not what she’d expected. Modern white walls. A screen with a projector pointed at it. There wasn’t even an organ, instead she saw electric guitars, a drum kit, keyboard etc in the corner. There also were no pews, but ordinary chairs stacked in the corner. She slowly walked further inside, her footsteps echoing off the laminate floors. She then looked around and saw a figure stood by a small arch to the back room. Looking at them, she realised that they were the pastor of the church.

“I thought that someone would be coming.” He answered. She was confused. He knew she was coming?

“W-what? Who are you? Are you psychic or something?” She asked, stepping back slightly. Afraid of this man. Afraid of this man, she could feel was harmless.

He smiled. “I had a feeling… You don’t know much about the christian faith do you?” He asked knowing what her answer would be.

“Um, no I’m guessing I ought to say. But you’re just a bunch of uptight snobs right? Nobody is better than you. Just because I listen to modern music that’s not christian I’m evil. Just because I’ve sinned I’m evil. Well trust me, it would take another lifetime to do enough good deeds to overcome the bad ones, because I’ve cursed sure many a day. For crying out loud how do you know how much better one good deed is from another? Ops I don’t so hello, burning place!” She almost yelled at him before practically falling onto a chair. The pastor then came up and sat by her.

“Is that really it? Because I like to listen to some non-christian music, I also have sinned. Like I have cursed, heck tell me someone that hasn’t once in his or her life. I’m not proud of some things I’ve done but that doesn’t mean you can’t be forgiven.”

“Oh come on pastor. For a start you’re a pastor. Hello extra credit, and don’t get all preachy on me. Sheesh you’ll scare this ‘lamb’ from your brainwashed flock.”

“I won’t, I can just be a shoulder to cry on. But I’ll just say you don’t have to do good deeds to be forgiven. Man, do you know how many years that’d take! To be honest all you have to do, is ask for forgiveness. Not a plain, ‘ok then forgive me’ and expect things to be forgiven, but to truly cry out to Jesus, the worlds saviour with all your heart ‘Forgive me, please, forgive me and let me follow you.’ And trust me, you don’t have to be a brainwashed saint to follow him.”

She looked up at him. Her heart cried he had a point but she covered it.

“You’re crazy!” She yelled at him, then ran out, ran home well half ran. But she knew for sure. It wouldn’t be long until she’d return. Until her heart showed her, what these people really believed.

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