Picture of Church Winter

Winter Story

Winter had come and it was very cold. The small church was empty except for a single person standing in a dark corner. He was an elderly man, dressed in black and wearing a long, snow-covered cloak. He stood there for hours, motionless, as if time had ceased to exist around him.


Suddenly the door opened and winter sunlight flooded the white walls of the church. A young boy shyly entered and looked around curiously. His eyes fell on the old man in the back of the room. He slowly walked towards him and asked softly, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man didn't answer right away; he seemed to consider her question for a few moments before muttering, "I came here to remember."


The young boy frowned, puzzled by this mysterious answer. But before he could ask any more questions, the old man spoke again: "I remember the days when I prayed here with my beloved wife; times spent with family singing hymns; nights when we knelt together to thank God…” His voice cracked as a flood of emotion washed over his face, wrinkled by the years. The young boy understood then that this old man had come to seek refuge in this silent church to find a little of the happiness lost for a long time...