Like a Bird Without a Feather

I was looking around the Church.  I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing.  The people around me were looking for God.  There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying.  One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly.  One or two were asleep.
They would never find God.  There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turning around and pointing…  Pointing at a man with a dirty mop in hand, and an overbite.  One of the sleepers had roused.  The priest at the front didn't miss a beat.  "Sorry." I told the janitor.  "I thought you were someone else."
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The janitor watched the embarrassed man walk out quickly.
"That was too close." He said as he started scrubbing the tiles.

From Ladygekko on Deviant Art

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