The church was simple and elegant. It had two enormous stained glass windows depicting Jesus dying on the cross and being buried as well as the empty tomb. It had an enormous wooden cross hanging between these two windows and a beautiful walkway surrounded by a garden leading up to the main entrance. This bright Sunday afternoon there were people milling out of it in crowds. Talking, laughing, happy to be in a world where God can make anything happen and keep anything from happening.
Jeff watched from the grass at the edge of the empty parking lot at the side of the building. He watched as a family of three left the church. The mom and dad were both holding one of the little girl's hands and swinging her between them. She was enjoying her game, squealing as her blue skirt flew up around her and her tiny black heels clicked on the ground. The idea was now in his head. It just needed fostering. With a little help he would get these.
"We'll wait." He told the lady waiting next to him, "Give him a day."
"And if he doesn't repent?"
"Then it's your turn."
"And if he still doesn't repent?" she asked him in a quiet voice.
There was a long silence, Jeff stared at the cross on the building, a small fear in his eyes, "Then we'll use the last resort." He finally whispered.
