It was a normal Sunday afternoon at church. The pastor was preaching the word of God after reading a passage on the Bible.

(Those who cleanse themselves from the latter will be instruments for special purposes, made holy, useful to the Master and prepared to do any good work.)

"Who may stand in his holy place, For the one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god." Pastor preached.

A song erupted from the choir. I didn't really know the words so I mumbled them.

The attendants of the church created a line that was marching towards the pastor while singing a song:

*Holy, holy, holy...

Merciful and mighty oh god. There is nothing that worth more.

There is nothing that comes close. You are our hope.

You are precious, lord.

Your holy presence is welcomed here.

There is power in your name lord.

We come to you oh- lord, asking for  salvation, there is no problem you can't fail to fix.

holy, holy, holy. *

Clapping along,

My friend requested me to join the line. I agreed because it was not a big deal, plus there was a reason I chose to come with her also.

It was better to get it over with than for my friend to give me hell afterwards.

Joining the back of the line, I mumbled what was being sang. Looking back at my...