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December 31, 2008
The candles lit in the cathedral dripped their wax like leaden tears. There were so many this time of year. Janice felt spirits in the traipsing candle flames. She could never feel comfortable beneath the large spires, and the utter lack of other worshipers made her feel conspicuously placed at the center of the Lord's attention. Janice believed the Lord only watched members of the church. These buildings were sacred vessels of his attention. Uncertain, she raised her eyes to the Lord. His weight was palpable; she struggled to breathe. She left her question unasked, but her life was answered.