January 26

Today was another Sunday that Uncle Max persuaded me to follow him to church. Of course, I agreed to go with him, hoping that I would find solace in the midst of godly people.

The church service was the usual boring long talk of a vicar with the selfish interest to extort money from the congregation by using enchanting words that played bitterly with the heart. I wasn't touched by the vicar's words at all. 

Offering time came. Godly people formed two to three straight lines and marched in uniform as they walked towards the vicar. I was far behind them, sitting alone in the back seat with folded hands. I was sitting on a pew.

Having spent more time talking to Uncle Max who was trying to convince me to ignore all the things I have heard about God, I felt exhausted. 

In silence, I and Uncle Max sat. For seconds that slowly turned to minutes, I stole glances at a godly woman who passed our pew. She was not adorable in her black skirt and brown shirt