I couldn't get into the parish...
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I was so despondent. I told a friend I wouldn't to Vespers that night. I was done with Church for good. He offered to give me a ride. It was raining. He walked through the door into the narthex. I was stopped. I couldn't get into the parish. A deacon holding his youngest in his arms opened the door. He invited me in. I couldn't get into the parish. "It's a little warmer." He went to find someone else to help. My godmother came out. She hugged me. Invited me in. I couldn't get into the parish. Then a deaconess came out. The wife of the aforementioned deacon. She didn't say anything. Or do anything. So it seemed. 

I walked away from the building, across the parking lot, to the edge of the property line. I turned around. She was still standing there. In the narthex though. I unbuttoned my shirt. I walked to the doorway of the parish again. She opened the door. "Welcome, Lord Jesus." To me, she said that. "You must have me mistaken for someone else." I said that when I realized she was saying that to me. She started a series of prayers culminating with "Be gone, Satan!" I collapsed onto the floor in the narthex. I finally made it into the parish. My friend said that he would have done anything the deaconess told him to do after those prayers were witnessed. She was praying the entire time. She knew why I couldn't get into the parish.
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I couldn't get into the parish... - by newenglandsun - 02-02-2020, 08:44 PM
RE: I couldn't get into the parish... - by Zedta - 02-04-2020, 04:11 PM



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