Post by cnot on Aug 22, 2007 0:53:57 GMT -5
Bob used to do this with pics on the old site.... I'm going to do it with some stories (if you all want to play). Let me know if you hate the idea....
Here's a short one to start with.... (Nonfiction)
A friend of mine who was (is) a priest, and the worst fisherman I knew (may still be, we lost touch), was hearing confessions one Friday afternoon when I stopped into his parish. I was out making some deliveries for the job I was working at the time, and thought I would take a break from my driving and invite him down to the Point to see if I could put him on his first Weakfish. (Yes, before I lost my sight.)
When they told me at the rectory that he was hearing confession, and knowing that Friday afternoons were boring for a priest hearing confession because the local Sisters brought all the school kids in, a little plan started to form in my twisted mind.
I made my way into the church, and as I dipped my fingers into the Holy Water, I saw that the youngsters were not quite finished. So, I slid into the back pew and waited, hoping that the Good Lord really did appreciate humor....
When the last of the school children left the church I made my way into the Confessional.
Inside I lowered my voice to a raspy whisper to disguise my voice, and after starting the ritual, it went like this:
"Forgive me Father for I have committed a Mortal sin and want to invite you to join me in my sins..."
"My son," he said, (I heard him come to full attention, shaking off the routine of listening to innocent children for the previous hours.) "The Good Lord forgives all that confess to him, unburden burden your soul..."
"I'm sorry Father, it breaks my heart with the hopes that I will see you by my side doing it with me...." I said, dragging the sentence out.
"Doing what. my son??"
"Murder Father!" I said in a loud whisper. "I committed murder yesterday, and I want you to join me tomorrow to do it again."
He would have sounded calm to anyone that didn't know him as he said, "Murder?"
I raised my voice to normal levels so that he would recognize it, and said, "Yes, Father, the Weakfish, I slaughtered them yesterday and want you to come fishing with me."
Laughter. An intake of breath. "For that sin my son you will have to clean the fish I catch,."
"Father, the way you fish, there's no Penance in that!"
He did make the trip down to the Point that night, and the next morning we chased Weakfish together. The results were of Biblical note... (Hold that line, there's a great pun in it!). I think I'll save it for another time....
Here's a short one to start with.... (Nonfiction)
A friend of mine who was (is) a priest, and the worst fisherman I knew (may still be, we lost touch), was hearing confessions one Friday afternoon when I stopped into his parish. I was out making some deliveries for the job I was working at the time, and thought I would take a break from my driving and invite him down to the Point to see if I could put him on his first Weakfish. (Yes, before I lost my sight.)
When they told me at the rectory that he was hearing confession, and knowing that Friday afternoons were boring for a priest hearing confession because the local Sisters brought all the school kids in, a little plan started to form in my twisted mind.
I made my way into the church, and as I dipped my fingers into the Holy Water, I saw that the youngsters were not quite finished. So, I slid into the back pew and waited, hoping that the Good Lord really did appreciate humor....
When the last of the school children left the church I made my way into the Confessional.
Inside I lowered my voice to a raspy whisper to disguise my voice, and after starting the ritual, it went like this:
"Forgive me Father for I have committed a Mortal sin and want to invite you to join me in my sins..."
"My son," he said, (I heard him come to full attention, shaking off the routine of listening to innocent children for the previous hours.) "The Good Lord forgives all that confess to him, unburden burden your soul..."
"I'm sorry Father, it breaks my heart with the hopes that I will see you by my side doing it with me...." I said, dragging the sentence out.
"Doing what. my son??"
"Murder Father!" I said in a loud whisper. "I committed murder yesterday, and I want you to join me tomorrow to do it again."
He would have sounded calm to anyone that didn't know him as he said, "Murder?"
I raised my voice to normal levels so that he would recognize it, and said, "Yes, Father, the Weakfish, I slaughtered them yesterday and want you to come fishing with me."
Laughter. An intake of breath. "For that sin my son you will have to clean the fish I catch,."
"Father, the way you fish, there's no Penance in that!"
He did make the trip down to the Point that night, and the next morning we chased Weakfish together. The results were of Biblical note... (Hold that line, there's a great pun in it!). I think I'll save it for another time....