Father Murphy pt. 1

       Penance. We must have penance. How else would the Father know that you're sorry for your sins? Some things just need to be confessed. It's dangerous to hide emotions in a bottle because if that bottle should ever shake then we will all feel its effects, won't we. It's best to take the load off your chest, but the secrets the mates have in this place are just unbelievable. It's hard to come face to face with them and tell them that God loves them. I mean, who wouldn't denounce God after what they've been through? Look at them. Poor souls. They at least have God to thank that I'm here to comfort them.
       Coming here wasn't even exactly my idea. It just sort of happened. This is where God must want me to be. I wanted to be a missionary in Southeast Asia. For reasons beyond my comprehension I fell terribly ill and the diocese sent a young revered in my place. It wasn't long until they sent me here instead. Did God make me ill to avert my attention to the asylum? Is this God's work? Maybe my help is needed here more than it is in Asia. These poor souls need to feel the touch of God and accept Him into their lives.
       Every Wednesday at noon I hear confessions, then on Thursdays I join their support group, you know, talk to them in a circle to just sort out their problems. And of course we set aside one day of the week to the Lord in the ward's chapel. It's not an exhausting schedule, I know, which is great actually. Every passing hour in this place sickens me, but it also brings me closer to God.
       Although I've never seen, heard, touched, smelled, tasted, or even perceived God before I know He's there waiting for me in heaven. Everybody needs a little faith. My faith is that God loves us all and that one day we will all be united as children in heaven. That is what I believe, blindly, as some mates say. It may be blind faith but who's to say that I am wrong?