Chapter 70

We arrived at an altar made of stone, which reminds me of a Marian grotto that I and the Rutherford family visited on the west coast.

It was only a little one; the size of it probably is enough for two people and not the one like we visited where five people can enter all at once.

Three huge candles are in the center, all are white. In one glance, it showed signs that they have been used many times. Tyler waved his hand and the candle’s wick immediately started burning, the flame dancing in my eyes.

No statues can be seen unlike the ones I see in a Cathedral church, where several different versions of the Virgin Mary representations are displayed. There are versions of her wearing a white veil while holding the Emmanuel in her arms. Some statues also depict her as having curly hair and some are depicting her with a more Westerner appearance rather than the original Israeli look.

But here…it was just the stone altar and the candles, me an