‘Let us pray.’
Martha hung her head, hoped this time her prayer was finally going to be answered. Was it foolish to comprehend a permanent change? She repeated the Lord’s Prayer, until he finished.
Charles nodded at Thomas, as his gaze skimmed over Martha. She didn’t mind that she was overlooked, it just meant she could retreat into her casing and remain invisible.
Sometimes it was better that way.
She hoped there would be a spare few minutes to visit her parents grave. Treasured moments spent with them, just chatting about Laura and Tabitha, was the highlight of her week. Today there were other things she wanted to discuss. Words that she could never say to Thomas but flowed out when she was with her parents.
Trying to focus on the pulpit, Martha placed her hands in her lap. She pulled closer to Thomas. Lashes slumped against the folds of her skin, in a bid to stay awake.
‘Thank you all for your kind donations to our church fund. We have been able to replace the worn-out beams in our roof.’ He looked over his wide-rimmed glasses and smiled at Thomas.
Animated as Charles debated the state of the world, there was a glow around her husband.
‘It saddens me that so many of my flock have deserted us, but that is the way of the world today. We are all sinners, and we answer only to God.’ He stared at the empty seats and then back to Thomas. ‘It is up to us to build up an army to fight the evil residing in this world.’
Martha glanced at Thomas.
‘I leave you with this thought, we must look inside ourselves before we show others our hate.’
Thomas reached for her hand, and Martha stood up with him. It would only be a few more minutes until the sunshine would revive her dulled senses.
‘May God go with you,’ Charles said, and stepped away from the pulpit.
As Thomas and Martha left the church, he rushed to greet them.
‘How are you today Martha?’ Charles said.
Martha felt like she was a child who had misbehaved at school.