niedziela, 23 maja 2010

fear stricken

"For a brief time I served in a small parish in England. Every Sunday after mass, I would see a young boy waiting at the back of the church. And then, one day the boy confessed to me that he had beaten his dog to death with the shovel. He said the dog had bitten his baby sister on the cheek. And he needed to protect her. And he wanted to know whether he would go to hell for this. I told him that God would understand. That he would be forgiven. As long as he was sorry. But the boy did not care about forgiveness. He was only afraid that if he did go to hell, that dog would be there, waiting for him..."

We all are like that boy, more or less. In a way, we are nothing more than a sack full of fear...

Amen.

23. maja 2010, 20:10 DST, 50.479 °N, 17.960 °E, trzecia planeta Układu Słonecznego

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