The homeless man, realizing this, did not even look towards the benches. He knew that he was dirty, he knew that normal people would not accept him. So he simply knelt down on the cold floor and folded his hands in prayer. His lips whispered words that almost no one heard.

Meanwhile, the parishioners continued to exchange glances.

— What is he doing here?

— What a disgrace…

— He has nothing to look for here. And it’s impossible to rest from them in the church.

Someone stood up and left, not wanting to sit next to “such a person.”

And at that moment, the priest interrupted the service. He slowly descended from the pulpit and approached the homeless man. The crowd froze. Everyone hoped that the priest would throw the homeless man out, but he did something unexpected.

The priest put his hand on the man’s back and said loudly: