mulcahy (mulcahy) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2008-01-09 14:20:00 |
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Current mood: | uncomfortable |
Entry tags: | mulcahy, prompt #22 |
Prompt #22: to my mun
Dear friend,
I begin this letter with a confession: Sometimes I hate you for what you've done to me. You've made me do things I never supposed would be within my experience. You've made me feel terror, hatred, disgust, fear, loss - you horrify me, at times, with what you're prepared to make me feel.
I'm a priest: Christ's representative on earth. I'm not supposed just to say that: I'm supposed to mean it. You make this very difficult for me, because sometimes, quite frankly, I just want to punch a hole through your computer screen. I want you to stop.
And yet: you've made me fall in love. You've let me experience pleasure beyond anything I imagined. You've written scenes of comfort that warm my soul. Above all, you've written my belief in God, the foundations of my religion: you've paid attention to what I believe. You've never let me lose my faith, nor let me forget the vows I made. I think of what my life would be like if you had never written me: how shy and naive and ignorant I seem to be to so many people.
On the whole, I'm glad you write me. For the rest: whether you like it or not, I'll pray for you.
Yours in Christ,
Father Francis J. P. Mulcahy, O.J.