She brought me to the building where they have the sermons but it wasn't the church I was expecting. It was the day after Palm Sunday, when we knew nobody would be there praying or singing or whatever.
We sat down in the pews and my knees were more comfortable than I thought they would be, and I am still not sure if it was really a true church we were experiencing. Without the people and the praying and singing it was just the building.
I asked her what it meant to be in a church:
"It means people doing things when they don't have to do them. It means being in a place of solidarity and even when you're here alone there is a group around you. It means love and it means eternal love. It means looking at the person nearest to or farthest from you and knowing they're both at the same distance."
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