🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in repose, @ 2019-12-30 03:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, burden bell, damian wainright |
[Church: Burden & Damian]
Who: Burden and Damian
What: An encounter
Where: Father Amos' church in the Capital, Red Light District
When: Sunday evening service
Warnings/Rating: Religion?
Burden, he hadn't forgot the invitation he'd issued on Repose's forums, but he also wasn't counting heavy on the boy (the man?) from the forums following through and coming to the Sunday service. For starters, Father Amos' church was clear out in the Capital, and it was the Red Light to boot. Lastly, if the boy from the forums had done any hunting, he would've found the church wasn't precisely diocese sanctioned. Burden didn't reckon that would make much of a difference to the boy, but could be the other boy would rather go to a church that followed dogma and doctrine in a way that Father Amos just didn't. See, Father Amos, he'd lost his own church years prior, and the church he was in now, it was mostly Catholic, but not associated officially. It stayed alive with donations, was in the worst part of the Red Light, and Burden wouldn't be surprised none if coming out this way wasn't something real desirable to someone who didn't seem big on believing anyway. He had the night off from the Mean-Eyed Cat, did Burden, where he was bartending as a way to learn the town. Father Amos, he was interested in the goings on in Repose, and a bar seemed a real good place to hear tales. Burden liked it, tending bar, but he was off regular on Sundays, when he helped Father Amos all day long at the church. Now, Burden, he wasn't dressed in a cleric's collar and blacks, but he was dressed fine and proper, and the big old church was filled to bursting and with folks standing all about. Inside, it was warm, and there would be eating after, and the pews would become beds for the night, and no one was turned away ever. But, just now, Burden was doing a reading, 1 Peter 4:8: "Above all hold unfailing your love for one another, since love covers a multitude of sins," and a homily, Father Amos looking on. Now, never was it so clear that this church wasn't traditional as in that moment, on account of Burden had a lot to say about loving, about folks being flawed and making mistakes, and how that was normal of all folks. The key, was loving and being kind to one another, and living a good life and a kind life, and even above being worshipful or belonging to any particular faith. And then he fell silent and let folks ask what they would, say what they would, and he walked calm and unafraid, unrushed among the congregation as they shared their pains and losses. Burden, he acknowledged every last one, talking through grievances patient as sticky-hot summer days were long. It took hours before he was seated again, and before Father Amos was closing a service that didn't finish with the priest walking alone down the aisle and inaccessible. Everyone gathered, they were all welcomed back to the church's sacristy (a big old room where the priest was meant to prepare for service), where a spread was laid with warm food to fill folks' bellies. It was Burden's thieving mostly that provided these meals, and the boy didn't mind a lick that rich folks lost their baubles to take away the hunger pangs of those less fortunate. |