The
Confession
by Mick Bolger
The
church it was busy with pew after pew of the
faithful in line to be shriven
Down on their knees doing laps with the beads
That their sins be absolved and forgiven
And in the confessional Father O'Rourke saw
humanity stripped to the core
And a word with the Boss, made the sign of the
Cross, & admonished them, "God sin no more."
Well,
after an hour of sin upon sin, and dollops of
perfect contrition, the door it clicked open and
an old man walked in and assumed the confession
position.
This
white hair old follow as old as the hill was 90
if he was a day,
His face wrinkled & creased, he looked up at the
priest, and said, "Father, I've something to
say."
"I'm
a very old man, I've been 91 years come the next
14th of day of November and all of me life, I've
been true to me wife as far as I seem to
remember.
"In a
fit of great madness, three nights ago, God
knows what I thought I was doing, I slept with 2
teenage cheerleaders at once and brought them
both to their ruin."
Father O'Rourke didn't know what to say, but
this old man had made an impression. His
voice level & calm while he looked at your man
said, "When were you last at confession?"
"It's
me very first time," the old man replied.
"I've not been to confession before. For
I've been a Protestant all of me life, at least
'til I walked through that door."
Well,
Father O'Rourke was a great deal confused & he
said, "Look there's something amiss. If
you you've been a Protestant all of your life,
why are you telling me this?"
The
old man jest beamed a broad, wicked leer and in
the darkness, his little eyes glistened.
"Well, Father," says he, with a voice full of
flee, "I'm telling anybody who'll listen!"
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