Enter a Black One...Sheep That Is

Enter a Black One …Sheep That Is

The pick-up was parked a block away so as not to attract attention. Detailing of grimacing skull surrounded by flames. Bumper sticker attesting that “the bitch bailed. she didn’t like mud-trekking.”

Late Saturday afternoon. Early December. Sunlight almost used up. Sign confirming “Hour of Reconciliation 4 to 5 PM”.

Rod didn’t know whether to take off his bandana once inside. Did it anyway. Votive candles gave a peaceful glow. Reverent footsteps echoed on the hardwood. Only four minutes in, and a woman exited one of the small rooms, clutching her purse to her breast.

“Father forgive me for I have sinned. It has been eleven years since my last confession.”

“Yes my son, how may I help?”

” My Uncle Rick died two weeks ago. He bought me my first bike. Took me to ball games while my dad was in Nam. Dad never did come back to the States. Helped Mom out with the rent and groceries. Moved back into town just to be available.
When I had a falling out with Mom after the second set of charges, all family sort of went by the boards. But my Sister phoned; told me of his passing; told me that there was still time to make it in. I didn’t …too proud or angry or something.
I want to confess this bitterness and stupidity. Pray for him somehow, and give thanks. Then I believe I’ll have the gumption to go see Mom. Her only sibling ya’ know.”

The discussion continued for another 10 minutes and the priest saw fit to read a little from Isaiah 43.

Rod sighed a long sigh. “Father I’m tired of this wandering and playing the part. Perhaps something is changing. Right here. Right now. Thanks for the help. Gotta go. There must be others outside. You have a nice day. See ya.”

This made me feel as if I had come in at the middle of the story...and then it closed before I got to the end.
I want to know more...

Always brief snapshots for me. I am Protestant and see much of confusing tradition in Rome. But the Catholics display an amazing reverence. The young man obviously had extensive fellowship with devils, but even those know of the existence of a superior, indomitable good Spirit. He needed to close with some respect for his considerate Uncle. The priest's words were right on the mark for him. Read that passage in Isaiah and see the marvelous caretaking by God through fire and flood, references to Jacob (usurper) and Israel (prevailing prince). Both men, old and new, were known by God and lovingly called into covenant. I am no biker-gang thug but I am equally undeserving of grace. To me the fifth chapter in 2 Corinthians is perhaps the greatest of all assurances.

Dear Barrd, perhaps you could take a stab at a continuing narrative?

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