Ever Sunday we wake from our slumber, getting ready to preach to the lord who empowers our will to live and forgive our sins of our past. We continue to go to the house of the lords for years and years. Until one day, the unforgotten day, when a loved one is gone from this world. We disappeared from the house
of worship and into a feud between bloods. Now once a family of love and joy, now filled with hate and grief between all that was once called a family. Three years have gone by and we have yet to return to the house of prayer. Is it because it reminds us of the day, the day when we closed your coffin, just before we said our last goodbye? So when do we return? To the faith that we once had in the past, and the love we need the most.