Chapter 32: The Real Purpose
I walked into Citador cathedral, admiring the architectural beauty of the building.
It didn’t matter how many times I had been here since I was a child, but the calm I felt here, inside these four walls, I had never been able to find the same inside the four walls of my home.
The marble statue of the Lord stood proud and tall, several candles adorned at his feet. The high ceiling was painted with an image of the Archangel Michael fighting Lucifer, banishing him from heaven. A triumph of good over evil.
As a child, I remembered waiting impatiently to head to church every Sunday, wanting to listen to Father Able’s sermons. Now, as I stood in the same house of the Lord, I was overwhelmed by a sensation of nostalgia as I crossed the familiar pews to head to the office in which the Father resided.
But unfortunately, I wasn’t here to just pray. I was here for the reap purpose for which I had come back to Ruthwell in the first place.
Our wedding. Gabriella’s and mine.