Day 57, morning; Chapel [F]
Conn sat in the front of the chapel area, studying his sermon notes. Soon enough, men and women would arrive-- a small handful seeking comfort, offering thanks, going through their routine, each there for a slightly different reason, some good, some not so good, but Conn prayed that the Lord would use his words to make an impact, bring about change and renewal among his small flock.
He'd passed his 39th birthday the day before in relative peace. A couple of people had sent him emails. Sergeant Hernandez had wished him a happy birthday while passing him in the hall. Mike Caplan had delivered a muffin with a thin candle on top and had cajoled a few people into singing him Happy Birthday.
Conn looked over the scripture passage again-- the Resurrection story. It spoke to him especially strongly this year. He'd passed designated date for the celebration of the Resurrection inside a wraith dart's beaming device. For all intents and purposes, he had been dead and was now alive again. The sermon might be late from an Earthly perspective, from looking at the calendar, but Conn knew that now was the day to preach it. The Lord's timing wasn't man's and the Lord had appointed this day.
He looked up and smiled as Tech Sergeant Ruiz slipped into the room, crossing herself before slipping into a seat. He checked his laptop, eyes scrolling through the list of songs they would sing-- "Low in the Grave He Lay" with its stirring chorus, "Christ the Lord is Risen Today" and "He Lives". They would close out the morning with "Celebrate" which he always found left people in a good mood.
In a few moments, he stood and greeted his small flock. Worship-- his favourite time of the week-- had begun.
He'd passed his 39th birthday the day before in relative peace. A couple of people had sent him emails. Sergeant Hernandez had wished him a happy birthday while passing him in the hall. Mike Caplan had delivered a muffin with a thin candle on top and had cajoled a few people into singing him Happy Birthday.
Conn looked over the scripture passage again-- the Resurrection story. It spoke to him especially strongly this year. He'd passed designated date for the celebration of the Resurrection inside a wraith dart's beaming device. For all intents and purposes, he had been dead and was now alive again. The sermon might be late from an Earthly perspective, from looking at the calendar, but Conn knew that now was the day to preach it. The Lord's timing wasn't man's and the Lord had appointed this day.
He looked up and smiled as Tech Sergeant Ruiz slipped into the room, crossing herself before slipping into a seat. He checked his laptop, eyes scrolling through the list of songs they would sing-- "Low in the Grave He Lay" with its stirring chorus, "Christ the Lord is Risen Today" and "He Lives". They would close out the morning with "Celebrate" which he always found left people in a good mood.
In a few moments, he stood and greeted his small flock. Worship-- his favourite time of the week-- had begun.