My Apologies to all, I hate abandoned stories also, but Uni work comes first, I will update the others when my brain allows it, Until then please enjoy this also thank you for the reviews I have updated that spelling and grammar due to having an off day when I wrote it.
In the Church of England, there is a ministry called Ordained Local Ministry (OLM) otherwise know as Know as weekend clergy, people who have a secular job but also work for the church part time as part of their Vocation, I am going with this idea for Mcgee.
I own nothing but the idea and a set of Rosaries!
His footsteps echoed off the marble walls of the church. His rosary making a slight rattle with each step. He felt and heard his breath in a steady pace as the thoughts of latest confession echoing in his head, it was her, his best friend came and gave confession without knowing that he was the Priest, he interwound the confession with his thoughts of guilt for keeping from his team, his family that he had been Ordained as anPriest years before at the age of 19. He allowed his thoughts to be uttered aloud as a prayer, "God, our holy father, I offer to you now the sins that Abby has come to be forgiven off, Lord allow her this forgiveness in the name of Jesus Christ, Father allow me to know what I should do now, should I tell them about my vocation, about the calling you gave to me, in Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Amen."
He stepped into the vestry, his right hand combed his hair back as a sigh poured out from lips, the inner confusion venting into the air, falling into silence which was shattered as if glass by the Church Phone rang shrilly, he picked it up at the second ring, "Hello, Father Mcgee." " Father Mcgee, this is Sister Rosette, we have a problem, we have a young lady here who is inconsolable, we have tried to speak with her, but all she keeps telling us she is sorry that she sinned. I know it's late but would you be able to come and hear a confession?" Mcgee's mind twisted in thoughts a little, this new information tangling with the already present ones, after a long 30 seconds he replied, "Yes Sister I shall be right over, God bless you" Mcgee placed the receiver down with a gently thun click, His fingers making quick work of unbuttoning and removing his cassock. Mcgee grabbed his car keys with a quiet scraping sound as they were removed from the vestry desk, pulling his black suit jacket off the hat stand and throwing it around him, his arms slide into the sleeves, he quickly checking himself in the mirror, his suit due to being well taken care of was as black as the day he bought it, a black studded belt snaked through his trouser loops, his little bit of rebellion, his feet were clad in well polished, black oxford pattern boots. Mcgee straightening his white clergy collar brushing down the black of the shirt to which it belonged, satisfied, he left the building to perform his duty to God, the Church and his brothers and sisters.
Arriving at St Benedict's Monastery, he noticed one of the younger sisters standing outside and being dressed in the full blue and white habit that this order bore, He parked his care quickly before following the young sister, whose name was Sister Mary Ruth, into the living room. He froze for a second after entering, sat next to Sister Rosette with semi black tear tracks down her face was one Abigail Scuito! Abby's eyes looked up quickly due to the creak of the door. The shock of the identity of the Priest causing he mouth to drop open slightly, looking at her he slipped his purple stole out of a pocket, kissing it before handing it around his neck, he crossed himself, the latin words he uttered seemed to echo loudly in the space, he sat down next to Abby which broke the spell of silence, " Mc.. Mcgee, how long have you been a Priest?"
