The dust had barely settled from the altercation when members of the congregation began to approach the celestial Seraphim. Cautiously, they attempted to interact with the angelic beings, their phone cameras held high to capture every shimmering detail. While the Seraphim didn't respond to their words, they remained in place, their forms glowing with a soothing radiance. Their divine presence, unwavering and undeniable, was recorded and broadcast to the world.

Their online viewers watched in rapt awe as the church members argued for the authenticity of their faith, pointing out the presence of the Seraphim as divine validation. "These are real angels!" one member exclaimed. "God has sent them to protect us! Our faith is the true faith!"

Amid the flood of footage, the surrendered intruders were also caught on camera. Their heads were bowed, their militant demeanor replaced by a subdued penitence. The transformation in their demeanor provided a stark contrast to the violence they'd intended to bring.

Suddenly, the blare of sirens echoed outside, and a fleet of police cars arrived, surrounding the church building. The congregation watched as the officers got out of their vehicles, their faces etched with caution and confusion.

Stepping out of the sanctuary, Astryd approached the police. Her expression was serene, untouched by the chaos that had unfolded. "Everything is okay," she reassured them. "There's no need to enter right now. We need a moment to organize ourselves and to communicate with our Heavenly Father and His Son. We'll be able to proceed once we've done that."

Her words seemed to calm the officers, who agreed to wait outside the building while the congregation sought their spiritual counsel.

Back inside the church, the congregation gathered again, echoing the scene from their inauguration. A sense of unity filled the room, strengthening their connection to their faith and to each other. With Astryd leading them, they invoked their Heavenly Father and His Son once again.

"Heavenly Father, Son," Astryd began, her voice clear and strong. "The world has seen Your angels. They've seen the divine protection You've provided us. What should we do now?"

There was a palpable pause, a silence that seemed to hang in the air. Then, the celestial voices of the Father and the Son echoed in the room, their tone resonating with a sense of calm assurance.

"Continue to share Our message," the Father's voice commanded. "Do not fear the attention or the scrutiny. It is through such trials that faith is strengthened."

The Son's voice chimed in, gentle yet firm. "Welcome those who seek the truth with open arms. Your actions will speak louder than any words could."

As the voices of the Father and the Son faded into a comforting silence, a new voice, raw and unsteady, cut through the calm. One of the surrendered intruders, a man with a hardened face now softened with confusion and awe, stepped forward. In his hands, he clutched a joint of sacramental marijuana that a member of the congregation had offered him earlier.

"Why?" he asked, his voice echoing in the sanctuary. "Why have you helped them? Why not anyone else? I've prayed... we've all prayed... why have we never heard You?"

The room held its collective breath, the congregation turning to face the man, their expressions ranging from sympathy to confusion. Then, the celestial voices of the Father and the Son filled the room once again.

"All who seek Us in earnest, will find Us," the Father's voice resonated. "Your prayers were not unheard, but perhaps misdirected. In your pursuit of devotion, you may have missed Our responses, seeing only what you wanted to see."

The Son continued, "Remember, faith is not a competition, but a personal journey. It isn't about which church has the most truth, but how you embrace and express that truth in your life. We're here for this congregation today because they reached out with open hearts, willing to see Us in a way that may not have been conventional, but was genuine nonetheless."

A silence hung in the room, as the man and the congregation processed the celestial wisdom. Then, the man fell to his knees, tears glistening on his cheeks. A new understanding seemed to dawn on him, an acceptance of a divine truth he had been too blind to see before.

The confrontation that had begun in violence, had ended in revelation. Astryd and her congregation bore witness to this transformation, a testament to the enduring power of faith, love, and the celestial guidance that had brought them together. As the world continued to watch their live broadcast, they saw not just an altercation, but a journey of spiritual awakening unfold before their eyes.