Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Four
The scene was undeniably strange for a Sunday morning, and perhaps even a little ominous, despite the venue—or maybe because of it. At some point the small crowd who’d gathered outside The Lighthouse Chapel took it upon themselves to begin wandering inside. After all, the front door was wide open.
The pews began to populate, one here one there. Jeanine recognized a few faces from Friday.
No music played. No usher welcomed them into the building. No candles were lit. No lights were on. And there was no sign of the cathemerals, or anyone else who might be involved in conducting a service.
Yet the people sat, in an odd sort of expectation. It felt like everyone not only wanted a church service to begin, but desperately needed one. Jeanine tried to
