On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge meme which she calls “Words for Wednesday”.
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
and/or; "wisecracking, wondering wanderers"
Here is my story:
The group of young adults, those wisecracking, wondering wanderers backpacking through the oldest areas of France, were temporarily silenced by the atmosphere inside the tiny nondenominational church set just on the outskirts of the small near-deserted village.
As they listened to the caretaker tell the story of the little church that had welcomed people of any and all religions to its services over the centuries, the usual worries of the modern world seemed inconsequential.
The mayhem and sensationalism portrayed in the newspapers of the current times vanished from their minds, even the very latest news of another atomic bomb being developed meant nothing to them right now.
The church had been built with hand made bricks, dried in the sun, with a large cowbell sounding each Sunday to call the people to worship. Catholics and Protestants of every faith came together to sing to the glory of God and the bounteous harvests he brought them each year. Until religion specific churches were built in the nearby larger towns, religious denomination hadn't mattered to the people of the village, faith, after all, was faith, no matter what you named yourself.
On their way out, the group of young people each took a photo of this remarkable little church, with each of them vowing to place a miniature copy of their photo on the dashboard of their cars once they eventually arrived home again. Thus would they forever be reminded not only of their backpacking year, but also of the fact that religion didn't really matter as long as there was faith.
God believes in us as we believe in him.