Nathan walked into the church and stared at the crucifix at the front of the room. It was too much. It was too much to ask that he find his old faith. God had stolen Robert much too young, and then to top it off, He had stolen his wife, and only comfort. He looked at Jesus on the cross. "What did I do wrong?" he asked aloud. He received no answer. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he said.
"It's not about what you did wrong," came a voice from the back of the room.
Nathan startled and spun around.
"Father, you scared me," he said, recatching his breath.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to," the father answered, "I just heard that perhaps you were in distress and I have come to listen."
"I don't really think a confession is what I need right now," Nathan answered.
"I didn't have a confession in mind. Just a listening ear."
"I just, I lost my wife and my son," Nathan told him. "I have the opportunity to start over again, with a job I ran away from when my son died, and many of the people I love and care about most. But I promised my wife I was done with the navy when my son died."
"The navy is a tough job. But if that's where the people you love are left, it sounds like it may be your best hope for recovery," the priest told him.
"Thank you father," Nathan said, suddenly, standing up and walking out of the church and back to the seaQuest.