The Preacher stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the crowd gathering on the street below, waiting to enter the Cathedral. Mind still swimming from opiate fueled contemplations, his thoughts drifted back to the encounter at the tavern. It would take more meditations and prayers to unravel the meaning behind the events.
Taking a sip from his cognac, The Preacher activated the PA system to address his flock below. "My children, it is good to see you gather for worship this fine evening. The Lord look upon you and smile at you piety. I commend your strength and clearity as you continue to pursue the truth of His gifts. So I bid you, enter my house of worship and revel in all that He has allowed your bodies to feel. My blessings upon you all."
The gathered crowd below cheered as Acolytes threw open the heavy wooden doors. Other Acolytes continued to mill about the gathered crowd dispensing various "prayer aids" and collecting "donations."