I entered wearing the uniform of followers although I was no longer one; I thought I’d be able to blend in. But, as soon as I filled his empty seat I could feel their whispering judgments crawling on my skin. I kept my head down, trying to avoid eye contact, but I saw their pointing fingers in my periphery. I struggled dodging their maddening looks of pity as the service came to a close. After respect had been paid, the congregants began to migrate to the exit and so I quickly became lost in a sea of black hats. Once outside, I walked the few blocks back home reminding myself that he rather I believe in something than nothing at all…
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