Keith pulled up to a large, gothic style Catholic church, made of stone and bricks. He sat in his car, thinking about his recent decisions.
Why are you at a church? Feeling guilty?
But you’ve felt guilty before but never have you went to a church. Why now?
“Because I need answers. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I don’t want to be like this, but…”
Kevin interrupted. I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I blah, blah, blah! Spare me the Romans 7:15 scripture. It disturbs me.
Keith’s face turned red. “It bothers you because you’re a demon.”
Kevin clapped his hands. Good job. You recognize what I am.
Keith foamed at the mouth. “Leave me alone!”
I’m not going anywhere. And besides, I like spending time with you. He glanced out the window at the doors to the church. You do realize that priests sin too. They are made of flesh and bones just like you.
“You’ll say anything to keep me from turning my life around.”
Kevin smirked. There’s no redemption for you. You’ve done too much.
Keith looked at the sky. “Is that true, God? Have I done too much? Is it too late for me?” Keith sat there and waited for God to answer him.
He’s not gonna answer you. You’re not one of his.
“That’s not true! I’m going inside.” He pulled the handle and opened the car door. He had called anonymously and scheduled an appointment for his confession a day ahead. And it was nearing that time.
Go ahead. Confess to the priest everything you’ve done. Tell him about all the murders and rapings and watch how he judges you and looks at you with disgust.