Moonlight Path
Previously in Chapter 2:
"It doesn't matter. Just be at the First Star Church this Sunday," he smiled and walked away.
Chapter 3:
"Well here it is the First Star Church… Should I go in, though?" I spoke quietly to myself.
I should go in because I came here and since I'm here I should go in right? I thought still confused.
I started to walk towards the building but I stopped, not wanting to go any further.
This is stupid, why am I here? Ugh this is so frustrating…should I go in?
"Excuse me ma'am?' called an usher jogging towards me from the steps of the church, "Is this your first visit?"
"Um, yes, but I don't know if I should go in or not… I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," I replied hastily just wanting to run from this embarrassing moment.
"Oh no ma'am, not at all. I'm amazed that you chose such a small church to come to though," he said looking at me shocked.
"No… I think this place is just fine," I answered smiling now. I guess this place won't be so bad since it is a small church…
I walked in next to the usher who kindly led me into a room filled with people and told me this was the "newcomers' room".
I entered thanking him and grabbed a sheet that a young boy was passing out to all the people.
I looked at it and it said:
Name: Age: Birthday:
Work/Occupation: Have you allowed Jesus to come into your life?
Yes / No
It looked easy enough and I took out a pen and filled it in.
My answers were simple and looked like the following:
Name: Monica Allegro
Age: 33
Birthday: December 3rd
Work: Secretary
Have you allowed Jesus to come into your life? NO
I turned the paper around and looked at the map of the church.
As I read through it my eyes locked themselves to a particular phrase: The Moonlight Path.
I don't know why but I immediately left that room and went out of the church through the second entrance and found myself walking on a stone path.
I walked slowly through the small outdoor path and found a small cross that had something inscribed at the bottom of it.
It read: The Lord knows when you are crying and catches every tear you cry. Everything that happens has a purpose even though it's sad. He holds you in his arms and begs so silently for you to come back to Him. He made you and He loved you, loves you, and will love you forever more.
As I read that I fell to my knees and cried in my hands, silently praying to this "God".
Why, it says here that everything has a purpose. Did my children have no purpose at all to have a chance in heaven? Did my husband do something unjust in your eyes? If everything has a purpose, what was the purpose of their deaths? Why don't you answer my cries and my tears for them?
These were my thoughts as I squatted in front of that small wooden cross.
Then I felt a small tap on the back and a soft soothing voice that followed it.
I looked through my short blonde hair and saw a man who was near my age or a little older looking down at me compassionately.
"Um, excuse me? I saw you here and I felt like I have to tell you this because God told me too. If they didn't die, you wouldn't be here right now… um what's your name?" he said answering my cries that I didn't even say out loud.
"My name is Monica Allegro, and can you tell me your name and why you're out here? And thank you sir… I really needed to hear that." I asked him, looking at his brown eyes, his dirty blonde hair and his wonderful smile.
"Nice to meet you Monica… My name is Alexander Kindred and I don't know why but I was led out here because I felt like I needed to be here,"
