Her name was Annalisa and there was a red cross in the window

In a place were she could understand nothing that was said everyone seemed distant and unconcerned. She lived in a world of confusion. Not knowing even simple words, Annalisa couldn’t follow directions or ask for help.
It was Easter Sunday. Annalisa intended to spend the day with her sister who lived in another part of town. On her way Annalisa turned down the wrong street. Unable to read the signs or ask which way, she followed a crowd of people to a large church. She went inside and sat down. A man began to speak a language she could not comprehend. The choir began to sing, beautiful sounds, but they had no meaning to the girl. Sitting quietly in her place Annalisa’s eyes began to wonder. First over the people, like herself, who were sitting quietly, but looking attentively at the pastor, for they could understand what he said. Then Annalisa’s attention turned towards the choir, sitting tall and stiff in their starched robes. While her eyes were roaming around the room she noticed beside her an old lady and behind the lady was a window, a window made of stained glass. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. Full of colors the window framed a dark red cross. Although, Annalisa didn’t know the language and couldn’t understand the song, she knew the story behind the cross. Even this Easter Sunday she would celebrate the victory of Jesus Christ. Despite being lost and hungry she could rejoice in her salvation.