Tonight part 1

There was something about the light and the way it shone through the windows of the chapel that filled me with hope. All is well, just as you knew it would be, the light said to me. I was afraid it was a mere reflection of the streetlamp across the path. Maybe there was no light coming from within the church. Maybe it was only a reflection after all. Does it seem strange that I wanted there to be light inside the chapel? I hoped. I walked. With each step, the light dimmed, so that by the time I was in front of it there was nothing but a dull expresionless window. A stoic window. Such are the windows of all the churches. I walked up to the door. Surely it was locked. Be faithful. I reached for the doorknob. I noticed the keyhole and wondered if it had been locked. I looked at the board standng next to me, wondering why there were no white felt letters announcing the next service. Services don't happen on Sunday here. The door was locked. Seek and it will be found. Knock and it will be opened. True? My mind says yes. Perhaps my faith is too small.