“I don’t understand,” said Alex, “How could you, a faithless non-believer, hope to Shepherd this flock?” A glazed ray of light landed on the shoulders of a man in black.

“I am not faithless!” Said Mark. “I spent years, engaging with each, & every one of them. I am privy to their closest secrets, yet still a friendly stranger.”

Alex held up her hand to silence him. “There is more to leadership, than going through the motions of society - to inspire secondhand, and to teach, without talking.”

Alex paced down the rows of empty pews. “Without the Lord, could you accomplish as such? I don’t think so, unlike me.”

Mark shook his head. “So you believe a certain charisma is more important than the social bonds we forge together?” He returned to the pulpit.

Alex turned towards the main door. “I believe, that in these past two weeks, the bonds I made are just as strong as the ones you cherish.” She paused as she gripped the handle. “Although, I suppose it can be fun, playing as the preacher.”