He's unaccustomed to caring much what anybody thinks. That's why he does a poor job of preparing the space, though an expert with such lackluster ingredients might achieve no more. The dusty wooden pews are still old, just less dusty. He thought it fitting that they should meet there, in the Sanctuary, with plenty of space for the presence of their Father.
Thomas appeals aloud. "I ask that peace, Abba, that passes understanding. It's your good work I do, but still I doubt myself. Yet never do I doubt your hand. With it, guide myself and Josephine in your perfect purpose. For if not, what shall we ever do but fool and be fooled? My faith knows the only outcomes of our work in this Domain are twofold: empty futility, if left to our own accord; or fruitful bounty, if you will but lift a finger to aid us. I appeal not on the basis of our hopeful intentions, but fall before your perfect kindness, your grace and mercy: LORD, please let it be the latter result. Amen."
Josephine Cayce