Standing on the beach at twilight, watching the surf rolling onto the sand, wave after wave, one right after the next. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, but not everyone goes with the ebb and the flow.

I walked back alone along the two and half blocks we had walked together to the sea. My car service was needed. She couldn’t walk that far again — the wind was too strong, the chill in the air too biting. A million excuses except the one that is truth.

Along the way, I saw this church, a place of solace for many. For me — a place that sharpened my skills of detecting falsehoods, hypocrisy, the show over substance. A place where, to me, inner truth is not respected.

But, man, they sure do know how to make the outside look good.

This is my church, best enjoyed alone.

Serenity.

This post is one of many through Thursday Doors by Norm Frampton. See other doors — from around the world — on his weekly linkup and/or on the Twitter at #ThursdayDoors. See more of my doors here.