Soon it was morning and officials came around to organize the pilgrims who had spent the night in the facility.
The first set of people led into the church all were foreign nationals as proven by the possession of international passports. They were given front row seat, especially if their skin color wasn’t black.
Next set of people admitted were those who came that morning and I still am unable to comprehend that logic. Someone said they suspected us(ie those who spent the night) of being dirty even though a bathroom was provided.
Eventually, yours truly was led in and I got a back seat though fortunately still on the ground floor.
Then the Service started with a lot of drama that wasn’t what we really came for. For crying out loud, we came to see the “Man of God.”