When Ceci arrived for her first Good Friday service at Oak Ridge Baptist Church, where she directed the choir, the first thing she saw was the huge wooden cross that stood next to the altar. It hadn’t been there the Sunday before, or any other time in all the times Ceci had been in the sanctuary. She had to stop at the back of the church and stare at it.
It looked medieval, somehow. It stood taller than most people, with thinner limbs than any person that size should have, and loomed over t