Looking Up

By Melissa Young

I learned a lesson on Sunday. Actually, I learned a few, and some of them were even during church, but this one happened afterward. I was heading back into the church for choir practice, walking fast because I didn’t want to be late and also because it was cold. The glare on the glass door reflected the outdoor image, making it hard to see into the building. I pulled the door open before realizing that at the same time a man and woman were on their way out.

“Hi,” I said, brushing past. “Sorry.”

“Come right in,” the lady said, moving aside. A few seconds later her, voice registered as familiar and I turned my head, but they were already out the door. I continued down the hall, then turned and went back to see if I could see them. They were gone. I walked into the chapel slightly flustered.

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