“It is with great solemnity that I pronounce upon him, Paupertas Silvis.” There was an audible gasp from the crowd, Father Gregor de Jesuit smiled as the waves of it travelled out from him. Each row spreading the word to those farther back. A few cries of ‘No!’ were softly spoken against his sentence. The outdoor sanctuary didn’t have the best acoustics, and it took a few seconds for his words to be spread. He held up one hand, which trembled slightly, “Listen to me!” His voice raised to near shouting volume, “He shall not go alone. Much prayer and contemplation went into this and I pass on the judgement of the Lord, as is my place and dutiful responsibility.”
I’ll not be whitewashing my father’s history, he was good, he was decent, but he was human, as are we all and like all humans he has died. I had him around for a long, enjoyable time and we worked through our issues with me being oh so liberal and all and him being, well, on the other side of that.
We live in an age of miracles and wonder…if you have a certain income level.
A meandering journey into my evening, and my effort to come up with a name for the coming book.