My Childhood: Stained Glass AngelWhen I was a kid I had a best friend who’s grandma lived acro
My Childhood: Stained Glass AngelWhen I was a kid I had a best friend who’s grandma lived across the street from us. It became a common occurrence for me to spend the night with them over the weekends, including Sunday morning church with her mom and grandma. Even as a child I knew that church made no sense and felt wrong to me, but I liked the music and cookies, and being with my friend, so I went.The only time I ever experienced something in church was early on with my friend. The pastor was speaking about angels. I don’t remember the story he told because I became entranced by a stained glass window to my left. The sun was shining through behind a woman’s face and I hallucinated seeing a bright woman with large wings, whose face was the bright light. Her gown stretched like tentacles and all of her appeared to be made of stained glass though she was obviously moving out of the window and into the room.My friend shook me and I blinked. The angel was gone and church was over. I apparently had been staring at the window silently for almost half an hour (which s forever to a young kid) and had ignored my friend’s attempts to rouse me. To this day I believe in angels, despite not being Christian. -- source link
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