Sunday Mass

The church was totally deserted, i was able to examine in silence, the presence of someone coming inside as slowly as he could. I was struck by the fear, before me stood an empty cross. i was pleased and started praying, although had not thought about him from a long time. The footsteps were now clear, i was haunted by devasting curse, i was scared to even look back, shortly afterwards i felt a hard touch on my shoulder, a voice came out," Hie, i have come here to put the instruments back in place". I was so relieved at that moment. Thank God it was just a person to put the instruments back in place and not the man i thought.