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Chapter: 1
A church a few hours out of Hope Springs Colorado. August 11th, 2001
12:17 pm
A few people sat in the pews some with
their heads bowed down others staring straight ahead at the statue of Jesus on
the cross. The heavy doors are open no
one turns too involved in pray to the God they all share to take notice. Walking into the church the new comer is
unfamiliar with the church but quickly finds everything. Being of Catholic faith since birth the
stranger immedialy was at peace coming here despite the fact of it being years
since being in a church of any kind of any faith or demonation. Went to the sidewall and put a quarter in
the slot and picked up the fallen match.
Saying a silent prayer lights three of the candles and stands in silence
but not in prayer. A noise catches the
new comers attention and watches a man exit the closed away room with a
satisfied look in his eyes. Not seeing
any one waiting the stranger enters the tiny closet like room to confess the
sins that drove the stranger to come here in the first place.
"Father
forgive me for I have sinned. It's been
three years since my last confession."
"Why so
long my child?"
"I don't
know been real busy."
"The Lord
is never too busy for us. But you are
here now please continue."
"I have
told several lies, little white lies."
"Any lie is
a lie just the same no matter the size."
"Yes Father
I know I have really cut down."
"I'm sure
you have. Say 5 Hail Mary's and you'll
be forgiven."
"I
also…." The stranger pauses unable to
say what had to be said. The priest on
the other side doesn't speak yet giving the sinner a chance to build up the
courage.
"Go on my
child." A little pushing won't hurt
any.
"I killed
someone." At those three words the
priest becomes tense the anger builds up quickly like a flood.
"Who did
you kill this person?" Trying to keep
his voice calm as possible.
"A family
friend." The new comers voice was just
in a whisper.
"What was
your reason behind this?"
"I'm not
sure. Anger, jealously, I don't
know. Will God forgive me?" Holding back a snicker the priest answers
the question.
"I Damn thee to hell for the acts
of sin you hath committed against the holy church of God and condemn you to the
fiery pit of hell! Where you will
suffer forever, and wear the face of an old wretch, and be forced to drink on
the blood of those whom you have killed, you must feast on their flesh, and be
forced to hear their tortured souls screaming all the time, because of the pain
you have inflicted upon them and their families!" The stranger runs out of the tiny room tears falling down. Forgiveness and hearing God will always love
you is what a person excepts to hear while at confession. Not the complete opposite. Keeps on running right out the doors, down
the steps and keeps on running not paying any attention to people on a Saturday
afternoon stroll.
