From this we can also see how pleasant and comfortable the environment here is.

You can be born anywhere in the world, but you must die in Florida.

St. Petersburg is a city in western Florida, USA, facing Tampa Bay in the Gulf of Mexico.

Its name is made to commemorate the hometown of St. Petersburg, the great man who led to the creation of the city.

There are thousands of churches in the world, and every church founder wants to give his own church a very meaningful name.

Most of the people who build churches, whether they are designers, decoration workers, stonemasons, etc.

They all believe that one day in the future, great people will be born and baptized in the church they have established.

Therefore, the name of the church must be sacred, and in this case, everyone will pass on word of mouth, such as the president or minister who receives baptism in a certain church.

His godfathers and godmothers would bring him over to Mass every week and so on…

So some churches like to use the names of religious celebrities, but unfortunately, there are only a few records of religious celebrities, but there are more and more churches.

Even the angel's name is almost useless.

Therefore, in the later stages, the naming of churches generally unified the same style, namely place names plus person names or angel names.

At the same time, some people who invest in building churches do not want to spend their money to build churches that are too tilted by one of the three religions, so they choose to name them by adding angels.

For example, the "St. Petersburg Angel Church" in the south city of St. Petersburg was established and named in this way.

This place is managed by a middle-aged priest, ‘Puran’.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening tonight, and he dripped a drop of purple orchid oil on each candle.

This gives the air a simple and elegant floral scent.

And adding candles with flower oil will make the candlelight brighter, which is his favorite process.

After all the operations were finished, Father Prain knelt in front of the statue of the Son for his last prayer at night.

He closed his eyes as usual, and relaxed his whole body and soul, hoping that the Lord he believed in could hear his voice.

And this time there was obviously a difference, there was an uninvited holy light in the darkness of his spiritual consciousness.

The light column formed by the holy light almost occupied the space in his mind.

Plain's consciousness slowly approached the pillar of light, and then he could hear a loud chants in his ears.

The chant seemed to come from the dome above the nine heavens, and at this moment he seemed to see the gaze from the Lord's eyes.

He saw a wing waving the light wings coming, and his (her) hand gently waved, and in front of Puran was a road formed by light connected to the sky.

"Step into this holy road and head to the first level, you will be further apart from the light of the Lord."

The angel said in a gentle voice.

Plain silently did it. The holy road looked so long and out of reach, but when it came to close, it seemed to be completely composed of five steps.

This made him very difficult to understand, but he also felt very sacred.

Plain stepped onto the first floor, and the cheers of the hymns came like a tide.

And he also woke up directly from his conscious addiction.

The surroundings were still so empty, and the candles around made crackling sounds, because the flower oil was not added well just now, and some candles would do this.

All this seemed to have not happened, like a dream he had just fallen asleep.

Puran stood up in a daze, but everything just now was so real.

He came outside the church and decided to get some breath. Looking at the pedestrians outside the church, he smiled and nodded at all the passers-by.

Until a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old stepped on the drawing board too fast and wanted to perform some difficult movements, he bumped into the stone pillar in front of the church door.

The other party's howl attracted the attention of people nearby.

You can see that the child's left leg was broken directly, and the other party was so painful that he lay on the ground and did not dare to do any movement.

Puran was startled and ran over quickly.

Someone has started to make emergency calls.

"Is it okay?" Pulan felt that he asked nonsense. There must be something wrong with the other party's appearance.

"It must be broken! Father Plain must be the punishment of the Holy Lord."

Everyone nearby knows Father Prain, especially in recent times, people who have poured into the church, whether they are real or fake believers, are correct to pray more.

Pran said gently, "The Holy Lord will not punish anyone casually."

"Three months ago, the devil's oil spray painting on the church gate was made by my cousin and I... I just thought it was cool."

Father Puran smiled bitterly, and he and the nuns cleaned it up for two days.

"The Holy Lord will let me go to hell..."

Everyone around laughed, and Plain laughed, "But you know you did something wrong, so the Holy Lord won't blame you. If you can do more good things and participate in some weekend volunteer work.

Maybe the Holy Lord will be happier because you are not a bad boy.

The ambulance will come soon."

"Then can you pray for me?"

Father Puran smiled and gently floated his hand on the other party's left leg. He did not dare to touch him directly, worried that the other party's injuries would become worse.

"The Lord of Allah, the atonement before him, has known his fault. May you recover this small punishment in the kingdom of heaven, and believe that those who are kind will thank you for your grace even more.

May your power protect his wounds from healing as soon as possible...what is going on?"

A glimmer suddenly appeared on Father Plain's hand, and the boy who was screaming closed his mouth, and his left leg could not feel pain.

After the light on Father Plain's hand disappeared, the boy tried to stand up, but found that his legs had healed at all.

Everyone around them exclaimed, half-kneeling on the ground and shouted that this was the miracle of the Holy Lord.

Others also helped Plain, who was squatting on the ground, and asked, "Father, what have you done?"
Chapter completed!