I was sitting in a chair next to a dark granite, a rectangular slab that represented the church. A man was sitting across from me, and we were discussing how weeds were growing over the edge of the slab. I looked to my right and saw people leaning over the slab. The weeds represented these people, and they were not good. The man across from me was focused on the weeds, but I told him there were others that were more destructive. He didn’t accept or understand what I was saying. I leaned over the slab and pointed to a fracture that split the stone in half. “Look here,” I said, pointing to the fracture. “These would split the church and destroy it,” I spoke in anger against those who would fracture the church.