The upstairs is so silent. The wood is dark but the pillars and the ceiling are white. Decorated with gold. Somehow in this place where the rich and powerful worshiped I don't feel reverent only awed. I don't think that this was God's idea.
The crypt is surprising, it's full of people sitting, talking, and eating. Gone is the silence of the upstairs. It's a different world from the silent respect. There are people buried here their plaques are embedded in the stone, scraped over by plastic chairs. Underneath the silence is a boisterous place. If I were not a Christian this could convince me of hypocrisy. As it is I am sure they are simply having a meal. They mean no disrespect it is hardly different than having a potluck in one of the churches at home. The people here are simply having a meal and a conversation. But two worlds remain.
The crypt is surprising, it's full of people sitting, talking, and eating. Gone is the silence of the upstairs. It's a different world from the silent respect. There are people buried here their plaques are embedded in the stone, scraped over by plastic chairs. Underneath the silence is a boisterous place. If I were not a Christian this could convince me of hypocrisy. As it is I am sure they are simply having a meal. They mean no disrespect it is hardly different than having a potluck in one of the churches at home. The people here are simply having a meal and a conversation. But two worlds remain.
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