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A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry to have left this for so long but I was trying to be very careful with how this chapter went. And also, I didn't want to update any other stories while working on this one. I was just worried about giving the wrong impression of my religion or how to get saved. I hope this works however. On another note, I am publishing my first book, it's a children's story. It will be up on Amazon kindle soon and I'll put the title in the next chapter if anyone's interested. So, without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 5
It didn't take Myde long to find the Church, the problem for him was swallowing his pride to go into a building that he had long ago forsaken. It reminded him too much of his childhood, well, he couldn't remember much up until he was eight, but still, from then on he had been immersed in church. But, by now, he was desperate. He couldn't stand living like a criminal any longer. So, he now stood outside of the Church, his hand poised to knock but he was shaking like a leaf. Steeling himself and gathering all of his courage, he knocked on the door, the sound resounding through the wood that the door was crafted out of.
The door creaked open and a younger pastor was revealed standing in the doorway. "Can I help you?" The man looked kind, his eyes laced with legit worry. "I… I need some guidance." Myde bowed his head, "I screwed up, royally." The man chuckled, "Come in, my child. I will try to help you the best I can." The man opened the door and Myde stepped past him and they both sat down on the closest pew. "Now, tell me, what has happened to make you so distressed?" Myde sighed, "It's kind of a long story." The pastor smiled, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "We have time."
So, Myde recounted everything that had happened, from his mother's death, to his father telling him to leave, to the nice man who had helped him, to giving up drugs. "Well it sounds like the Lord hasn't quite given up on you yet. Perhaps all you have to do is ask for his forgiveness." Myde looked up, a sliver of hope gleaming in his eyes. Could it really be that simple? "I- You don't think I'm past redemption?" The pastor smiled at the teen, "No one is ever past redemption. If you truly believe and repent, you shall be saved."
He thought about it for a while, it all seemed so unreal. After everything he had done, he could still be forgiven? And even though all the logic in his mind was saying that it wasn't possible, his heart was saying yes. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Pastor?" The pastor chuckled, "That's right, we never introduced ourselves. I am Pastor Tanner." He held out his hand and Myde took it, shaking hands with the man who had just convinced him that even he deserved forgiveness. "My name's Myde." Pastor Tanner stood up, "Well, Myde, if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." And with that, he headed into the offices of the church, leaving the boy to his own devices.
Myde looked around the sanctuary of the church; there were a few other people there. So, he quietly bowed his head and whispered to himself and the deity above that he had long ago forsaken. "Dear Lord. It seems I have made a huge mistake. Well, not just a huge mistake but several mistakes. I should never have turned my back on you, I shouldn't have started drugs or gone off on my own. And now, I am here, humbled before you and praying for forgiveness. Amen." As he finishes his prayer, there is a tap on his shoulder and he looks up, coming face to face with his father.