TM ~ Twenty Years

The years pass, and the faces slowly change. Some are gone, lost to the river of time. Some simply change shape, and gain new features. Others are completely new, either still possessing of the roundness of youth, or having moved into the area as adults. All will change as well, as time continues to march on.

One face though, is always the same. The warm eyes and welcoming smile are always there to greet everyone, both new and old, and are never touched by the passing of the years. The regular parishioners notice, but never say anything about it except in passing conversation with each other. Most believe that the hand of God has touched both their church and their priest, and that somehow the two are connected to each other. Those who might believe otherwise are rarely the kind to stay long enough to notice the eternal look of the man who watches over his flock.

Twenty years might pass, or two hundred, but in the end it is only the faces of those seeking guidance that ever really changes.