Growing in up in a seminary school to become Priest was the best thing my Father did for me. It partially separated me out of this cruel world, but still I could see the evil works of men.
Lord Jesus Christ left us with a way of praying, "Our Father, who art in Heaven...,"but I find this line so difficult to and say, judging by making atrocities, which is "Forgive our sins, as well forgive those who trespasses against us." As a Priest, I've listened to so many evil acts done by men and at the end they always say "Forgive me."
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned against God." These was words from a teenager judging by his voice. But even if God in all His glory finds the power to forgive them, how can they forgive themselves?
I've heard the weight of listening to confessions. Sometimes I feel my soul is jinxed by the little fiend living inside every man and woman struggling to let loose. There's no stimulation which compares to sitting down and listening to a confession. Sometimes I find it hard, when it comes to confessing my sins. I asked myself this "Am I really free, is my soul free from this burden or am I passing this burden to someone else?"
All I know is that my little fiend is getting bigger and it's difficult to contained on my own. So now I'm in search of peace, even though my soul is haunted by this numerous confessions.
"Father forgive me, I have sinned." He sat down in the other side of the confession box, brown wooden box with a curved door. His voice was strange, filled with the staunch smell of alcohol .
"Speak to me, my son and be forgiven." In a calm voice.
I could feel his heart beat, his state of confusion but filled with anger.
"I've killed my only brother."
The stimulation and curiosity increased with the weight of his sins. I breathe slowly through my mouth, trying to search for a tender word to say too him, so that he can justify his actions.
"My son, why would you do that?"
"He refused to give me what I wanted."he replied.
Saddening," that was not a good excuse. To take one's life, what joy have you derived in it? You have broken God's commandment and now you come for forgiveness, after condemning a soul?"
"Why judge me Father?" I could sense and assertion in his voice, he didn't feel any pain, or remorse in his action. Was he here to torment me?
"Was he a killer too?" I asked.
"No he wasn't, but he had a deceptive look and greedy." The voice sounded so confident and strong. Those words confused that he really enjoyed the killing. The screaming of the victim was like a sound of violin being played, the struggle to set free didn't mean anything to him as he strangled his neck. These were the words of the confessor, without any emotional feelings.
I got angry, my spirit tasted for revenge, my fist clenched so hard, how could you? Only God may forgive, but today you won't live to tell another confession.
"Now leave here!!" I said. "Heaven will rain its wrath upon you."
"You're a loser and blasphemer" the voice said," you don't speak for God, you probably don't believe in him."
"I said leave now.." I was shouting now.
"He'll yeah, what will you do? Your bond to Christ hood and its against His will."
"I killed the ma and I felt joy in it and all he could do is just scream."
"That's enough." I flung open my side of the curtain with has a latticed opening and i pulled him hard to the latticed opening that he bleed, with the help of his tie.
I raced over to his and forcefully pulled out the door enough to tear off its hinges out. I went straight to him and jacked him up, as my hands clasping tight around his throat, as his hands was on my eyes, trying to pierce into them. His hands were getting cold and slipping out, as mine was strongly fixed on his throat.
His cold dead hands, I placed him on the floor, as I looked at his dead face. I didn't feel any pain, but my conscience judging me now. I've sent a soul to Hell, I've defied the holy ground.
I've broken the Lord's commandment.
Who will listen to my confession now?
Father forgive me, for I have sinned馃様馃様馃挃
The end,
All characters, events are fictional and not real. Thank you.