I was in Oklahoma, driving a church van. It was around 0800 local time, and everyone was well-rested. There was a group of people in the van, including the pastor of a church I used to attend. We'd just started driving eastbound on Interstate 40 when one of the passengers needed to stop for a "relief break".
As we got off the interstate, we came across a fairly large church. It was recent construction, so new one could smell the paint on the exterior walls. It had a pretty steeple at the front, and three wings that radiated away from the main building. We parked in front of the main door, and I got out to see if anyone was willing to let us use the facilities.
I turned the door knob and the door opened with no resistance. It was quiet, too quiet. It was as if no one was present. Actually, it was as if no one had ever been in this particular building. As we walked in, we started looking around for signs of life. We passed admin offices, a book store, a choir rehearsal room, a video room and the pastor's office. Still didn't see anyone.
Soon, we could tell it was starting to get darker outside. Even though it was still morning, we could see gloom on the other side of the windows. As we started to look outside, everyone got an inkling in their individual spirits that we needed to stay put.
Once we decided we weren't going to leave, each of our group started to stake out a particular corner that looked cozy. Soon, we were all in the copier room, which looked comfortable. There were pillows on the shelves, so I took it upon myself to reach up and hand out pillows to everyone.
We prayed as a group, turned out the lights and everyone went to sleep. Soon, though, the kids with us got restless and wanted to go outside. Go outside in the midst of a terrible storm,. So, I got drafted to accompany them. We found ourselves at the bottom of a nearby hill, watching water cascade down towards us. Somehow, we didn't get hurt. In fact, we frolicked like toddlers as we got drenched in the rain.
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