The cathedral was dark and cold.
I sat alone in a pew, the only soul around.
My head was bowed, my mind fascinated by my shoes.
The marble was worn. Generations of the faithful had fill this place.
Outside, the clouds wiggled their way away from the sun and allowed its light to pour into the nave.
The light shone in from the stained glass windows surrounding me,
and the entire cathedral became illuminated in a majestic array of colors,
that only God, Himself, could make.
I felt a presence around me, one like I had never felt before in all my years on Earth.
All at once, the cathedral was dark and lit,
cold and warm,
empty and yet, so completely occupied.
It was then that I met God.
And my soul rejoiced.
It's a coincidence that my last name is "Church". But Einstein said, "Coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous." So, perhaps, it's not.