When the heavens speak.

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The ambiance was glorious, with a certain feel of silent echos carrying your deepest thoughts and emotions to the heavens. There was a feeling of nakedness and vulnerability as you walked the center aisle down to the altar, positioned beneath the magnificent dome shaped roof.The splendor of golden arches paving the way to eternal rest, the victory of valiant saints defending the course of mankind from evil.

“Oh forgive me, forgive me for I have sinned! I have indulged in the sins of the flesh and of the stomach. I have lusted after Senor Beckham in my heart, we sit by the beech indulging in an endless repertoire of creme fraiche and apple tart. And then he pulls at ….”

“Abigail that will do! There’s no need to make a spectacle of yourself, message duly received. We’ll leave right-away. Sorry father, my granddaughter is allergic to churches.”

The priest was crestfallen, he had hoped the outburst was genuine. Mass would have tripled with spread of such news.

Abigail’s skin tingled, the painting strummed on her core.

Copyright TJ Paris

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36 thoughts on “When the heavens speak.”

  10. Very good story! Children are amazing sometimes…they say what they feel no matter where they are or in what type of circumstances. They will put you on the spot and you have to respond quickly to keep things from getting worse! And, hopefully, you are able to handle it the right way.

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  11. Not many choices, unfortunately. 😦 If they can’t walk….you carry them out, if they can, walk them out or take them to the nearest restroom. It’s embarrassing, but if the people looking at you have ever had children or been around them very much, they will be glad it is not them that is having to deal with the problem. In the old days….children would get spanked right on the spot, but you would probably get hauled off to jail these days! If you give in to them , they will never grow out of the tantrums. I see this kind of behavior and my thoughts are…..I sure do not miss those days!

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