02-16-2022, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2022, 09:10 PM by Douglas Gordon.)
[CW: Various sins]
Looking up at the church, Douglas made the cross and made a quick hope that lightning didn't strike on him as he went inside. He had promised his mum on her deathbed that he would make his way to mass regularly and stop his unrighteous habits. He had done better, but not as much as he knew she had wanted. He had done well the first few years after her death, but once he went back to London and started doing the shows at the galleries again, he had slipped.
Now he had a possible idea that could help a young woman and help his people back home as well. However, using a lie and living a lie would not be right before the Lord. Or would it? After the things he had done previously in his life before he had his breakdown, maybe doing something good even if it was a lie, maybe it would make up for the wrongs done? He felt doing a confession and asking the priest about his idea to get a Godly opinion might help.
He wore a blue suit and a black bowler over his blondish hair. He had done his best to look at his best, as this was the house of the Lord. He went inside respectfully quiet for any that might be in there praying and glanced around to look for the container of water. He moved toward it and put his fingers into the surface making a silent blessing of himself with the sign of the cross. Then he stepped to the beginning of the pews and went down on one knee to make the genuflect. Making another look around he looked for the confessional booths. Seeing where they were he moved to a pew closer to them to sit down to wait until a priest was available.
Looking up at the church, Douglas made the cross and made a quick hope that lightning didn't strike on him as he went inside. He had promised his mum on her deathbed that he would make his way to mass regularly and stop his unrighteous habits. He had done better, but not as much as he knew she had wanted. He had done well the first few years after her death, but once he went back to London and started doing the shows at the galleries again, he had slipped.
Now he had a possible idea that could help a young woman and help his people back home as well. However, using a lie and living a lie would not be right before the Lord. Or would it? After the things he had done previously in his life before he had his breakdown, maybe doing something good even if it was a lie, maybe it would make up for the wrongs done? He felt doing a confession and asking the priest about his idea to get a Godly opinion might help.
He wore a blue suit and a black bowler over his blondish hair. He had done his best to look at his best, as this was the house of the Lord. He went inside respectfully quiet for any that might be in there praying and glanced around to look for the container of water. He moved toward it and put his fingers into the surface making a silent blessing of himself with the sign of the cross. Then he stepped to the beginning of the pews and went down on one knee to make the genuflect. Making another look around he looked for the confessional booths. Seeing where they were he moved to a pew closer to them to sit down to wait until a priest was available.
