The Runaway Priest
Photo: devianART.(www.devianart.com) “I’m leaving the church, Bishop,” Fr. Nicholas said. “You want it out there, Father, but winter is coming.” “I’d rather live with sin than in sin,” Nicholas
February 27, 2014
Photo: devianART.(www.devianart.com) “I’m leaving the church, Bishop,” Fr. Nicholas said. “You want it out there, Father, but winter is coming.” “I’d rather live with sin than in sin,” Nicholas
Take care of my children. His voice never left me. There were nights that I dreamed in such vivid detail that when I woke, I was confused, forgetting, for a fraction of a second, that I was in my bed. For the minutes that followed, the grief washed over me for the loss of a friend who had had my back, the uselessness of my life fighting for the imperialism of a country that didn’t care for me. Part of me wondered if the dreams would change, if one day they would be the same monochrome shadows of before Somalia.
