I ceased then from speaking all words and let the body of believers wounded in the spirit, but strengthened in the hope of their faith to make their way out of the building to start the process of fixing what was wrong with the real Temple, which is the body of flesh we all possess within which the Spirit of God moves and directs those who welcome Him.
It turns out that they would've all been late for lunch anyway, but it was a moot point given that none of them had any appetite for food at this moment. I however did.
Perhaps I was more carnally natured than I should be in this moment that was still heavy with the Spirit of God, but all I could think of accomplishing right now was getting a shower and getting free from the stink that pervaded my every moment of consciousness.
Zora stood up as I approached up the aisle and my selfish thoughts of self gratification left me as I saw the reverent look she gave me. Curiously I asked, "What's that look for?"
She ducked her head bashfully, which was entirely uncharacteristic of her, before raising it back up to state with meaning, "It's so humbling to know that I get to share your life with you!"
Smiled softly I said, "Living life has never been so good as it has been since I've been able to live it with you beside me."
She smiled at me and then wrinkled her nose, "You need a bath honey."
"I know!" I responded with exuberance.
We started out of the church, but I made it a point to stop beside the only individual left in the church other than Zora and I. The old pastor had come in at some point and sat down at the very back of the church.
He looked up as I stopped beside him. "I don't really know what the Holy Spirit's plan is going to be starting tomorrow, but I do know that you're the first batter up." I said.
The pastor nodded and held up his hand which clutched a Bible and said, "I'll be ready. May the Spirit of God speak through me and say everything that needs to be said."
"Amen." I said as I led Zora out of the sanctuary.