In Alice’s impression, the church’s liturgy should be solemn and solemn. For example, a respectable old priest with a gray beard preached the gospel of God on the altar, and his soothing and peaceful tone echoed under the majestic dome, like chanting.
Playing a sacred piece of music; the believers below bowed their heads to listen, invoking God's grace, and in the resonance of their souls, all the impurities of faith were refined, leaving only the purest and flawless emotion.
Step into the palace of the gods devoutly and see its ancient and glorious appearance. The bright sunshine shines like gold, through the stained glass windows on the walls, casting colorful fragments, arches, stone pillars, bell towers, spires, and reliefs.
The murals, the smooth marble floor, the white-robed priests, the black-robed monks, and the praying believers all prostrate themselves at His feet, becoming a speck of dust that God is watching... This is probably what it looks like.
But the seven-day ceremony in Tianxin Church is different from other places. Since not all the people who attend the service are believers of the goddess, Ringer usually just briefly preaches the goddess’s teachings, as Meridian mentioned before, “Be willing to help others.”
” La, “Don’t be prejudiced” La, it is something that is easy to understand but difficult to do. For these people living at the bottom of society, it is even less than a piece of bread. Then I will take everyone to do it.
After a brief prayer, you can start distributing relief food.
Therefore, when Ringer calmly announced that "the ceremony begins," people under the altar thought that the seven-day ceremony would follow the same process this time. However, what everyone did not expect was that after saying this,
, Ringer didn't say anything anymore, just pursed his lips, and his eyes slowly swept over everyone's bodies, looking at them very seriously, as if he wanted to remember all their faces.
This unusual behavior triggered a reaction of uneasiness and vigilance, but Ringer didn't pay attention. After being silent for a few minutes, he finally said: "This is the last seven-day service of Tianxin Church. For some reasons, the church will be closed starting tomorrow."
It will be temporarily closed, but may never reopen."
For some reason, he did not bluntly say that this was a requirement of the "Religious Decree". Perhaps he felt that this was something that had nothing to do with the people in the audience. They were not believers of the goddess, and there was no need or possibility to worry about the survival of the church. And he was just one.
I just fulfilled my duty as the resident pastor and made routine announcements.
Just like in the past, he informed these people that "next week's seven-day ceremony is temporarily cancelled", then they will bring the news to more people and let everyone know that they can't come here to receive bread and milk next week, so next week's weekend
, when he opened the door of the chapel, he saw a lonely figure outside the door.
These are all normal things, but now "next week" has just been changed into "later". Can't humans accept the life "later"? Will they panic once a certain routine is broken? Ringer feels,
I'm afraid it's not that fragile.
There was a dead silence in the chapel, as if breathing and heartbeat had stopped temporarily. Alice even wondered if her headphones were broken, so she took off the silver rabbit ears and hung them around her neck. But there was still no sound.
After hearing this, she suddenly understood that it was not her headphones that were broken, but that she had muted the game?
Metien, who was still guarding the door, unconsciously opened her eyes. She didn't expect that her brother would be so direct and leave no room for anything. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't.
Linge continued: "After the closure of Tianxin Church, the United Order will build more churches in the two neighborhoods of Holy Cross District and Baicheng District, and increase investment in public utilities, including new soup kitchens, church hospitals and
Public Hospital. Mr. Ronning of the City Parish Council promised me this. He is a believer in green gardens, and you need not worry."
Alice heard someone let out a sigh of relief, and there was more than one person. Then the frozen air began to flow again, and the sound of heartbeat and breathing that had been stagnant just now broke into her ears again, hitting her eardrums one by one.<
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The dull atmosphere in the chapel was relieved, which made her deeply aware of two things: first, the United Order's reputation in the minds of the lower class people was indeed very high, and second, these people really regarded Tianxin Church as a soup kitchen. p>
Obviously Tianxin Church has stood at No. 13 Songshi Street for so long, distributed so much free bread and milk, and saved countless lives... But when everyone heard that more relief centers would be established, they immediately
It forgot the misfortune it had encountered. Even that brief silence was not grieving the fate of the church, but grieving its own future fate.
Alice really wanted to feel worthless for Ringer. Even if he didn't think it was an important thing, at least she would feel worthless for Metien, who had been working hard and tried every means to protect the church. But when she saw her
When it fell on those people's simple and thin clothes and the trapped and sad expressions, this thought disappeared in an instant, like a candle that was gently twisted by someone's finger and extinguished with a hiss.
Only those who are alive are qualified to talk about faith, and they are the ones who are living.
So there is no right or wrong in this matter.
One thought goes out, and another one is born: It would be great if it were a game.
In the game, she has a million ways to solve the predicament at hand. Even if she can't solve it now, she can solve it as the plot progresses. But this is the real world. She has no game system, no character panel, no task guide...
...Can’t even start up a game console, so how can we solve the problem? Do we have to rely on her head full of game knowledge?
What a failed time traveler, Alice.
The girl sighed melancholy, and the sigh echoed in the chapel, making the bright sunshine dim. She did not notice that the surface of the silver-white cube she hung on her belt had a faint blue light flashing with the same amplitude.
The frequency seems to have become more intense.
As if he did not hear Alice's sigh, Ringer maintained a calm expression and said to everyone in the audience: "Since this is the last seven-day gift, why not keep it simple and skip the previous process. You can come up and receive it in order.
Food, four loaves of bread and half a pint of milk for each person, is sufficient, so no crowding, no noise."
No one answered, but after a period of silence, the person sitting in the front stood up and walked in front of Ringer. Under the compassionate and pitiful eyes of the goddess, Ringer took out four loaves from the cardboard box containing bread and handed them to him.
, and scooped half a spoonful from the wooden bucket containing milk next to him, poured it into the empty can that the other party carried, and then nodded to him: "I remember you, Mr. Hank, winter will be over soon, I wish you the best."
All the best to you."
He is obviously the goddess's priest, but he never uses the name of God when blessing.
Mr. Hank, who was carrying four loaves of bread and a jar of milk, was a ragged homeless man. He didn’t know how many times he had come to the church, and he didn’t know how many times he had heard Pastor Ringer say these words.
, I didn’t take it to heart in the past, but now there is a complex emotion rising in my heart.
He suddenly regretted something, but he didn't know what he regretted. After a moment of silence, he suddenly lowered his head and replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "I, I am very grateful to you, Pastor Ringer, so..." He paused
After a moment, while trying to remember something, he said awkwardly: "May you and all the innocent... live in His worry-free country..."
When Alice saw it, Linger was obviously startled. Meridian at the door was also surprised, because she knew that this was a prayer in the Goddess's "Canon". Linger would use this prayer every time he prayed for seven days.
One sentence to end. Does this mean that past efforts are not meaningless, and that God’s kindness can eventually leave a shadow in the hearts of unbelievers?
Even if it’s just a very shallow trace.
Ringer's confusion was fleeting and almost unnoticed. He responded calmly and politely: "Thank you."
Mr. Tramp breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this thank you. He bowed slightly and bowed, then turned and stepped away, giving up his seat to the next person. When he passed by the door, he said goodbye to Metien with the words he had just learned.
, the little girl showed a happy smile and enthusiastically told him that she would come again in the future, just like she still firmly believed that there was "the future".
Ringer looked back at Alice on the altar. Only then did the girl remember that she still had a job, and quickly took a pen to write down the information about the homeless man in the register. Like language, she was also familiar with words from other worlds.
Being self-taught without a teacher is probably her only benefit as a time traveler, which is really sad.
After that, the normal process followed: food was distributed, a few words were exchanged, and Alice wrote down their information in the register. However, I don’t know if it was influenced by the first person, but almost everyone was receiving food.
Finally, she would say the words she just said to Ringer. Sometimes Alice would think about it while writing, was their behavior based on guilt or uneasiness?
Because the previous process is omitted, simply distributing food does not take too much time, and it is all completed in about an hour. After writing down the last person's information, Alice looked up and saw a man in simple clothes and wearing a
The old woman wearing an old plaid scarf was talking to Metien by the door, and she didn't know what she said, which made the little girl's eyes sparkle and an expression of surprise appeared on her face.
Hmm.
She looked down and saw the old woman's name written on the register: Mrs. Maggie of Pine Street.
He is a resident of the same street, and appears in the register very frequently. He also once received 2 pounds 10 shillings from the church to treat his younger son's fever. There is no bread and milk on the page of the same week.
records, indicating that the seven-day ceremony that week should have been cancelled.