â€śOh for the love of biscuits, we have church tomorrow,â€ť I said one Saturday night before going to bed. Sunday morning comes earlier than I expected it. As I lay in bed with my eyes lids drooping and my breath slowing down by every millisecond, I hear someone screaming for me to wake. I think itâ€™s probably my mom, but Iâ€™m not sure. I canâ€™t focus right now.
I ignore the screaming as I roll around and hug my pillow. Kids my age usually do not wake up at 7:00am just to go to church. After calling my name so many times, the person suddenly stops. I sigh with joy. The moment the yawn leaves my mouth I hear footsteps - the slow yet quickened footsteps of a hunter about to catch his prey.
Itâ€™s like this every Sunday. Someone screams my name for about a minute, and I tune them out. I am forced to go to church when I donâ€™t even believe in any of my churchâ€™s views.
I enter a huge room painted white with rows of chairs all around, arranged in a detailed pattern noticeable to anyone who comes into the room. At the far end lays a space with a stand. I gaze at the speakers everywhere with their coverings in black, green, and yellow. The floor is lined with red carpet.
At the back of the room are about ten black chairs arranged in a stagger form. The chairs in front of the black ones are also staggered. Hidden away in one of the corners of the room is a huge board with white and black colors matched evenly. Next to that board is a golden paper with words written by a magnificent magician. One stomp after another and perfectly made creatures start pouring down into the room. Are they angels? Creatures with porcelain faces start to walk into the room at exactly 10:00am, not a second early or a second late.
Many storage buildings surround the church, except in the front, which is facing the parking spaces. Right behind the parking spaces is a crowd of hedges, where there probably used to be a storage building.
Inside is neither magnificent nor any better than the outside. The walls are painted in creamy white with posters everywhere having something to do with God and Jesus. The pulpit at the far end of the room has a small poster on it saying in block and italics, â€śIn God We Trust,â€ť to show the room is a church.