And just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.
Dwight raised his head and looked around.
Everything was broken and splintered as far as the eye could see.
Tufts of insulation hung in the still air like so much snow.
The church had vanished, the bare foundation and its few reaching fingers of twisted rebar the only reminder of what had been.
But no, that wasn’t all.
The altar stood, the Cross of Gold and Miraculous Praying Hands undisturbed.
Even Deacon Rodd’s Holy Bible sat atop it, turned to the very page Deacon had been reading when it hit.