Genilson entered the great hall, he counted eighteen rows of benches and sat down. The place was empty. A silence that terrifies dominated space. The walls absorb any noise. None crossed the barrier of the eighteen seats, no one sat between Genilson and the altar.
"What brought me to this place?" He wondered. Without ever having made a prayer, participated in a ritual or read any catechism, he felt lost. All the curious: the height of the roof, the coldness of the floor, the hardness of the bench, the distance from the pulpit, the absence of neighbors.
Genilson twenty-two minutes remained in the mysterious vastness of space. He felt that nothing touched him. The quietness that filled the void amazing. The fear of the place made him get up. He walked dragging his feet towards the entrance, exit now. Forgot count your steps, went down the stairs to reach the sidewalk.
He returned home and his son wanted to know where it was while he was out. "In the presence of God," she answered. Soli Deo Gloria
"What brought me to this place?" He wondered. Without ever having made a prayer, participated in a ritual or read any catechism, he felt lost. All the curious: the height of the roof, the coldness of the floor, the hardness of the bench, the distance from the pulpit, the absence of neighbors.
Genilson twenty-two minutes remained in the mysterious vastness of space. He felt that nothing touched him. The quietness that filled the void amazing. The fear of the place made him get up. He walked dragging his feet towards the entrance, exit now. Forgot count your steps, went down the stairs to reach the sidewalk.
He returned home and his son wanted to know where it was while he was out. "In the presence of God," she answered. Soli Deo Gloria
From: Ricardo Gondim
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