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"Lori, I want to make a stop on our way back," Chris told her as he got the door of his Ford Explorer for her.
"OK, where are we going?" Lori asked naturally.
Chris waited until he'd gotten into his own side before he answered her, "I want to stop at the church." He carefully watched her reaction to his words.
She frowned slightly before replying, "That's your business if you want to, but if you don't mind, I'll wait in the car."
Chris checked his emotions carefully before asking that which was burning within him to know. "Lori, please don't be angry. I just need to understand something," he began.
"What?" Lori's voice was icy.
"Did you go to church when you lived back home?" He asked hoping she wouldn't clam up on him.
"You're right, Chris, you do need to understand something," Lori replied. "Yes, I did once upon a time. However, as I got older, I saw it for what it was. People there were so fake; I mean saying how we got to do this and not do that. Behind closed doors, it was a different story; nobody ever really lives up to those standards in the real world. It was just a place to cement your social standing in the community. Chris, I was really hoping you weren't one of those types of people. Never again will I be subject to that hypocrysy. You'd do well to accept that if you want this relationship to move on."
Inwardly Chris felt his heart breaking and he fought to keep her from knowing how deeply this knowledge hurt him. He replied in a forced voice, "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I hope in time you'll learn that not all Christians live that life." He turned the key and started the truck. As he pulled onto the street he thought, 'God, why did you do this to me? What am I supposed to do now?'
He drove silently the short distance to Saint Stephen's Church. Reaching the church, he got out and turned back to Lori wanting her to change her mind and go with him. But of course, she would not.
"I be right here, Chris, when you come out," Lori told him and forced a smile. "I promise."
"Yeah," Chris muttered and walked into the small house of worship.
Once through the doors, he walked forward and took a seat near the front of the building. Then he bowed his head and prayed, "Lord, I come to you today to give thanks to you for the blessing of my coming children. Lord, I am sad though as well. You've led me to this perfect woman only for me to find out that she's not a believer. Her past had led her not to trust in you, help me to show her the way back. I can't conquer this task alone Lord, give me the right words to say and tell me what to do. I love her; I don't want her to die...," Chris felt tears brewing as he continued, "without knowing you... Amen.' He wiped away at his dampened cheeks before returning to Lori outside in the truck.
Lori noticed his eyes had become noticeably redder but said nothing since she didn't want to get into another religious debate.
"Hey, you hungry?" He asked suddenly after a long period of silence.
"I'm starving," Lori admitted as her stomach growled loudly.
"Then let's go get something to eat," Chris told her. "I've been wanting to take you to one of my favorite places and this is the perfect oppurtunity."
"Sounds good," Lori returned and was glad the tension had passed.
"Lori, I want to make a stop on our way back," Chris told her as he got the door of his Ford Explorer for her.
"OK, where are we going?" Lori asked naturally.
Chris waited until he'd gotten into his own side before he answered her, "I want to stop at the church." He carefully watched her reaction to his words.
She frowned slightly before replying, "That's your business if you want to, but if you don't mind, I'll wait in the car."
Chris checked his emotions carefully before asking that which was burning within him to know. "Lori, please don't be angry. I just need to understand something," he began.
"What?" Lori's voice was icy.
"Did you go to church when you lived back home?" He asked hoping she wouldn't clam up on him.
"You're right, Chris, you do need to understand something," Lori replied. "Yes, I did once upon a time. However, as I got older, I saw it for what it was. People there were so fake; I mean saying how we got to do this and not do that. Behind closed doors, it was a different story; nobody ever really lives up to those standards in the real world. It was just a place to cement your social standing in the community. Chris, I was really hoping you weren't one of those types of people. Never again will I be subject to that hypocrysy. You'd do well to accept that if you want this relationship to move on."
Inwardly Chris felt his heart breaking and he fought to keep her from knowing how deeply this knowledge hurt him. He replied in a forced voice, "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I hope in time you'll learn that not all Christians live that life." He turned the key and started the truck. As he pulled onto the street he thought, 'God, why did you do this to me? What am I supposed to do now?'
He drove silently the short distance to Saint Stephen's Church. Reaching the church, he got out and turned back to Lori wanting her to change her mind and go with him. But of course, she would not.
"I be right here, Chris, when you come out," Lori told him and forced a smile. "I promise."
"Yeah," Chris muttered and walked into the small house of worship.
Once through the doors, he walked forward and took a seat near the front of the building. Then he bowed his head and prayed, "Lord, I come to you today to give thanks to you for the blessing of my coming children. Lord, I am sad though as well. You've led me to this perfect woman only for me to find out that she's not a believer. Her past had led her not to trust in you, help me to show her the way back. I can't conquer this task alone Lord, give me the right words to say and tell me what to do. I love her; I don't want her to die...," Chris felt tears brewing as he continued, "without knowing you... Amen.' He wiped away at his dampened cheeks before returning to Lori outside in the truck.
Lori noticed his eyes had become noticeably redder but said nothing since she didn't want to get into another religious debate.
"Hey, you hungry?" He asked suddenly after a long period of silence.
"I'm starving," Lori admitted as her stomach growled loudly.
"Then let's go get something to eat," Chris told her. "I've been wanting to take you to one of my favorite places and this is the perfect oppurtunity."
"Sounds good," Lori returned and was glad the tension had passed.