Thanks April.
I avoided marrying my thoughts with this posting... I'd like to now. It occurred to me in this tiny, sparce...and almost primitive rural chapel that congregants pray for better futures. And yet... yet... it is what sleeps behind them... their pasts... which did and do more to affect their prospects than will any volume of prayers.
I've wondered whether they should not pray to either re-habilitate their pasts, or at least to avoid awakening that beast? How often do people find that it is what they did, or failed to do which determines what they will do or become?
And as the congregants sit in their pews, peering nervously ahead, how few will dare to glance backward, to see if the volume of their praying is lulling or awakening that beast in back?

I had a vision in that chapel of a moment of sanctuary which exists here in a peaceful crack between what's happened and will happen. And I wondered whether the two can be held separate regardless of the intensity and sincerity of what happens in this peaceful place. But I did seem to understand better why people seek sanctuary in sparse chapels like this.