"Where did they go?" Herod asked fearfully.
"They didn't come past us," John offered.
"Let's go see if they are in the crowd in the main meeting room anyway," I suggested.
"You are suggesting they got past us without us seeing them?" John asked.
"Stranger things have happened," I proclaimed.
We left the room, and headed for the main meeting room. By now we could hear the firemen in the building, still searching for a fire.
"What are the firemen doing here?" Herod asked.
"There is a glow emanating from this building. The whole area is aware of it," I said.
"So they think the building is on fire?" Herod asked.
"I guess so. I tried to tell them otherwise, but they wouldn't listen," I answered.
We arrived at the double doors that opened into the main meeting room, and scanned the crowd with our eyes.
"It will be difficult for us to recognize the men from the room, Herod. We didn't get a good look at them," Tom said.
"I don't see them yet, either," He said, acknowledging he would be the only one who could recognize them.
We strained our eyes looking through the crowd for new faces, but it was no use; only Herod was going to be able to tell if the men were there or not.
The firemen finally gave up on their quest, wrapped up their hoses, and drove away. The six of us, standing side by side, watched the crowd of men as they wept, prayed, and sang praises to a God they had all but forgotten.