In the church of Lalibela, patrols in white robes can be seen everywhere. They either prayed on the thin carpet or prayed carefully, or they touched the doctrine of the righteousness, or touched the wall with their heads. It seemed that at that moment, God was with them through their foreheads. No one can deny the beliefs of another, and no one can judge the good or bad of one's beliefs. However, what I have seen is that every believer who is seriously praying here has a little bit of light in their eyes. Perhaps at an unknown moment, they have indeed seen God, and Always firmly believe in his existence. The believers face the solemn cross and silently chanting, telling the old church devoutly, or carefully lighting a candle, adding a lot of humanity to the church. The church is filled with a solemn and sacred atmosphere. Quietly walking through it, as if walking into a long river of history, these believers prayed piously, quietly telling them, and being with them, listening carefully, can not help but feel very moving.