I sat in a chair beside a dark granite, rectangular slab representing the church. A man was sitting across from me. 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 opposite me was focused on the weeds, but I told him others were more destructive. He did not 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 angrily against those who would fracture it.