ProlougeA Chapter by He@ther!Prologue The atmosphere was thick with unearthly energy. I’d never felt anything like it, and though I’d never been in a church before I knew it was safe to assume it wasn’t the building or even the people in it. The world felt thicker somehow. It was thicker. There was something invisible yet tangible in the air around us all. It was the same feeling a child has when he or she is beneath the bed covers, hiding from monsters in the closet and under the bed. Except that this energy, this “blanket” was something powerful beyond comprehension. Whatever it was, it was all-consuming and its presence was written on nearly every face. I had never been a believer, but it seemed like skepticism was somehow contradicting itself now. All the accusations my peers and parents and professors had thrown at these people seemed to be missing something. The people I knew and associated with would have everyone believe that church goers and believers put logic and reason on the back burner and lived for a God that was invisible and inaudible, and therefore imperceptible and unreal. But there was an undeniable feeling in that church that no atheist or scientist could deny. In the same way that I felt my mother standing behind me when I was a child doing something wrong, I could feel this. Sometimes if I was playing with my toys as a child instead of cleaning my room, I would get this feeling all of a sudden, and I would turn around and find my mother watching me. I could not see my mother standing behind me, nor could I hear her, but I could feel and sense her presence watching me. It was in this same way that I felt this being, this presence that seemed to transform and protect all that it surrounded. In this same way, I sensed God. © 2010 He@ther!Featured Review
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