"A lot of things seem like they happened a lifetime ago," Michael nodded. "And yet it sometimes seems like yesterday everything was just fine and nothing had happened. Funny thing, time."
Michael tried to not let religion get in the way of sexuality. His God wasn't the judgmental, harsh God of some of the believers before. He always saw God as a father. And he couldn't see a father not loving their child. Even if his child was a little bit different. Love conquered all, that sort of thing. As long as a person lead a good life, Michael thought that they deserved salvation. And if he were wrong, he expected his God to accept that he made a simple, human, error.
"California! I've never been there, but I would have loved to see the beaches. They always looked so nice in photographs."
He nodded. "Sometimes I'm busy, others I'm not. There aren't as many churchgoing individuals as I'd like, but I do get some turnout. I didn't officiate the funeral of that poor soul, though. I didn't see it as my place. I'd rather the people that knew him bury him. It means more to the individuals closest to him."
He paused to take a breath, and continued. "There are worship hours on Sundays, as well as Sunday school type things if I have interested individuals. The lovely ladies in the kitchen make sure that I have bread if needed for communion. Wine is a sometimes thing, water makes a good symbol as well in my eyes."
He drew in another breath, and motioned toward his office. "Other than that I'm usually in my office, or around here. I'm always willing to lend a listening ear if it's needed. But I'm alright to be by my lonesome. I've got plenty of field drawings to work on."