Opening my doors to those who seek guidance [Open to any and all]
Mitch whistles as he unfolds the chairs in three perfect lines. This "church" is smaller than his last, but it will do. Pleased with his work, he moves on to the refreshments. He sets out two pitchers of iced tea, a bowl of freshly cut lemon wedges and a few stacks of plastic drinking glasses. He can't afford fancy glasses like the ones he'd drunk bourbon from at Llanfair. He reminds himself that patience is a virtue. There's also a plate of pastries, colorful to the eye, filled with fruit jam.
The tea was homemade. The special ingredient would calm his would-be parishioners. Make them feel at peace. They'd want to come back for that high. High on the message, or so they might believe. Truly addicting tea. He hadn't been as overzealous with the amount of this ingredient, as he had in the past. No, he didn't want someone to catch on... as they had in Llanview so many years ago.
Organ music is playing softly from a portable CD player. He'd chosen an old wooden desk instead of a pulpit. People these days were often scared away by too much religious symbolism. Can the message be spread this way? The 80's were long gone. Days of wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses and a smirk, standing before tons of followers. They bought every word he preached and lavished him with money and expensive gifts.
Low key is the way to go, for now. He'll reel them in. They will heed the message. The Church of
Lazarus is now open for all who seek spiritual guidance... and a mighty tasty glass of iced tea.