Outside the Church

It is damp and cold. The stone walls are forbidding and unfriendly. I
really must do something.

I pick my cold bruised body up off the ground and start walking. I can
hear the congregation singing inside as I walk away.

I am a little dizzy from hunger and it is difficult to keep my attention on the
way as I walk.

I keep flashing back to better times. Times when I was warm, fed and in


This all started with I questioned some of the churches teachings. I was
not rebelling but asking so that I could better help my congregation, the
peasants in the village.

So I wrote a letter to the High Priest explaining my interest in learning

My reply was very unexpected. The guards came at night and stripped
me of my robes and cross. I was taken to the dungeon and left.

That was three days ago. Last night the bishop held a council meeting
where I was officially excommunicated from the church and sentenced
to exile.

The guards brought me outside after that and they beat me.

That was centuries ago.


Last Wednesday night, I went to hear a relative preach. We were a little
late getting there and they were singing when we walked up to the door.

I felt very uneasy and wondered why.

What I have written above explains why.

The singing inside reminded me of the earlier singing and this brought
out the memories.

Do some things make you feel uneasy?

Could you be remembering an earlier time?

How far back do you remember?

The next time you suddenly feel uneasy for no apparent reason,
remember my story.

The real answers are within you.

Written C1980
Carl Watts ©2008-2015 12/9/08 edit 1/22/09
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