Chapter 46 46: Angel
“Sofia, Sofia, it’s time to get up. Didn’t you say you were going to church together today?”
“Ah, dad, it’s still very early. .”
“It’s late, it’s already half past nine.”
“Huh?”
Half asleep, Sophia fumbled around the bed with her right hand and found her phone. She opened it and looked at the time. It was already nine-twenty. She squinted again and looked at the gap in the curtains. Only a faint light shone on the floor.
Rubbing her eyes, she stood up like a zombie, walked to the curtain, and opened it.
At some point, dense dark clouds covered the entire sky she could see, tightly wrapping the entire city of Manhattan like a rag, making the city dim in the early morning, like the last part of the sunset. time.
“Hell, the mobile phone assistant just said last night that the weather today will be sunny. Isn’t this going to be reporting the weather in the country where the mobile phone originated from?”
Sofia complained a few times dissatisfiedly, and then Pack it up quickly.
Today is not a day off. She specifically asked for leave to accompany her parents to church. Her mother’s symptoms of Heimertz syndrome are getting worse and worse, and have even begun to affect her normal walking.
Her parents are both devout Protestants. In the past, they often went to St. John's Cathedral to pray, which held many of their memories.
So after my mother was diagnosed with the disease, my father often took my mother to church for a whole day.
The church is also one of the few places where a mother can feel particularly calm. Even if she acts like she doesn’t know anyone, she will still pray to the Lord, hoping that the child in her arms will be safe.
This child naturally refers to Sophia.
Although she is now an adult, her career is a supermarket cashier that will soon be replaced by smart devices.
After changing clothes, washing up, patting my face, without putting on makeup, I kissed my mother who was being fed cereal.
"Oh, this brand of cereal hasn't gone bankrupt yet. I remember it was the flavor I hated the most when I was a kid."
Sofia picked up a piece of bread and spread blueberry jam on it.
“That’s about it. I heard that the business is not doing well now. This flavor is your mother’s favorite.”
"Just tell me now, no wonder my complaints before were always of no use."
After saying a few daily words, the family set off for the church at almost half past nine.
"It seems like I haven't seen such weather for a long time. It will rain heavily soon."
"There are always a few days every year when we set off."
Father I don’t think the weather is strange, maybe it’s because I’m older and have experienced more.
It took some time to arrive at the church. Sofia pushed the wheelchair, and her father greeted the priest he met.
“Little Sophia, my God, it’s been a long time since I saw you. The last time we met, I was chasing you all the way!”
“Pastor Brand, you are like this No one dares to confess to you." Sophia rolled her eyes.
“Oh, Kelly, lovely Sophia is already able to talk back, and it seems that she has indeed grown up. May God bless the pious and kind-hearted Smith family. All suffering is only temporary. God loves the world.”
Brand knelt down, gently patted Sophia's mother's hand, and comforted her.
Sophia didn't take it seriously. To be honest, although she was born in a Protestant family, she didn't have much faith in God.
Except for the OMG and holyshit you talk about.
She seriously doubted that statistically speaking, anyone who could say these two sentences would be considered a believer.
A few people found a place to sit down and stayed in the church for a while. Listening to the subtle and continuous prayers from their mother's mouth, Sophia secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and wanted to breathe fresh air.
“Mom, how about we go for a walk in the garden?”
Her mother stopped, turned her head and looked at Sophia blankly for a while, and then nodded slowly after a long time.
Sofia pushed her wheelchair to the garden, and her father followed her. "It's a bit cold. You should bring more clothes. Just go for a walk to prevent Kelly from catching a cold." The father looked up and saw the dark clouds starting to hover, but he didn't care about this. He was more concerned about the sudden drop. Will the temperature be cold enough for Kelly?
Sofia felt that the wind was very cool, but she would not refute her father's words.
The blowing wind stirs hair and fallen leaves, and there is a strong and fresh smell of moisture in the air, which is both pungent and a little sweet.
Walking to the statue, my father looked up at the statue that he had passed countless times and fell into memories: "Sofia, do you know? The first kiss between your mother and I happened here."
Sofia couldn't imagine who would choose a church as the venue for their first date!
You two really made the right move in both directions.
Oh, when will I meet my Mr. Right?
Sofia was bored while listening to her father's love history while looking at the statue. The more she looked at it, the tighter her brows became. She looked at the sky and the ground for a while. Her father was disturbed by her gesture. Confused.
"Sofia, what's wrong?"
Sofia hesitated for a while, then she pointed to the head of the statue and asked: "Dad, it doesn't seem to be raining yet?"
The father nodded. Although the clouds were thick, there was indeed no rain falling yet. Then he raised his eyes, followed the direction Sofia pointed, and looked at the head of the statue. He only saw two lines of tears slowly flowing down from the eyes of the statue. It dripped on the chest.
My father opened his mouth wide and looked carefully at other parts of the statue to make sure that only the eyes were leaking water and not other parts.
People passing by also heard Sophia's words, glanced at her, and then covered their mouths and exclaimed "OMG".
There were not many people in the garden, but they gathered together and attracted other newcomers.
As time goes by, more and more people are watching.
"Please give way, give way! I am Pastor Brand, please let me in first."
Pastor Brand came running over, and when he saw so many People will realize that what the reporter said is true.
As an old pastor, he still has authority among believers, so people have given him a way to lead to the statue, which is also next to the Smith family.
"Oh, Smith, was it you who saw it first?" Brand asked after taking a closer look at the statue's tears.
“No, Sophia saw it first.” Smith pointed at Sophia.
Sofia nodded, and then described her findings.
The people around me were listening carefully.
"Is this a miracle? Could it be some, uh, principle? I seem to have seen similar things in the news." Sophia used her poor vocabulary to organize something less offensive. language.
Brand did not refute, but nodded seriously: "I need to confirm."
As a devout believer, Brand does not need so-called manifestations to consolidate his beliefs. On the contrary, he is very I don’t want to see apparitions happen. After all, this kind of situation, except for Mass, often indicates that something bad will happen.
The only thing I can be thankful for now is that the one crying is not Jesus, but the angel Michael.
The most famous achievement of this angel should be that he defeated Satan through a long war with his steadfast faith.
No, Brand suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he thought of this.
The foreshadowing of Michael crying after defeating Satan should not be too straightforward.
Could it be that Satan and the devil will return to the world? !
No, no, no, this is a scientific principle, yes, don’t scare yourself.
For the first time in his life, Brand tried to use science to convince himself not to believe in mystery.
But Murphy’s theorem can also be regarded as a kind of science.
So, under the direct gaze of many incredible eyes, and amid the exclamations of OMG, Michael, the archangel who was said to have defeated the devil Satan
, moved.
(End of this chapter)