"Take these." The bishop handed the dripping wet man a pair of earrings into his hands. "They hold special powers."
The man looked at the elder in confusion, "Sir, you're a bishop." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. The earrings glinting in the candlelit room, it was an onyx black, that when shone in the light, it gleamed red.
"Powers from the inside. A token to give others strength to do the impossible." The priest replied, he patted the man's shoulders. "May God be with you."
The man chuckled, "I do hope so." He looked at the door still wide open after the police came barging back in with the man in strides.
He was accused of stealing; the police were not wrong. But he needed the money. He had taken a few treasures just sitting to the side, not being used. A few silver cups and platters here and there, nobody would have noticed their disappearance. Somehow the police had found him smuggling away, but when he was about to be taken back to prison, the priest had covered for him.
"Father, may I ask why?" The man asked, looking at the priest. "Why did you save me when I had wronged you?"
"I have saved your soul for God." The bishop said, "Now you must go and use this precious silver, to become a more honest man."
The man nodded, "Thank you."
The bishop smiled, "Do not thank me. Thank God, for He planned for us to meet, and now part."
Without a moment too soon, the man had gathered his silver and left the church, planning ways to properly use this and become the new man God wanted him to be.