If I don’t calm down, I’ll be a wreck by the time it all starts.He clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly.
He knew what might help. Dressing quickly in jeans and a light-weight polo shirt, he picked up his wallet and keys from the dresser and left the apartment. Stepping out onto the sidewalk two minutes later, he thanked God that it was finally early autumn and not swelteringly hot. Pausing for a moment, he debated which way to go. Finally he opted for the Episcopalian Cathedral of Saint John the Divine where he’d be just one of dozens of people visiting and therefore less likely to be bothered by the rector or a priest asking if he needed to talk, if he stayed too long.
When he arrived there ten minutes later, he stood outside, looking up at the towering spires, feeling intimidated by their majesty. Forcing that aside, he entered. A feeling of both the nave’s magnificence and its peacefulness washed over him as he took a seat in one of the pews and bowed his head in prayer.