Margaret, a brunette with long, messy hair, sat in the confession booth, her heart racing. She had been feeling sinful thoughts for weeks, and the guilt was eating her alive.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began, her voice trembling. “It has been weeks since my last confession.”
The priest on the other side of the screen encouraged her to continue, and so she did. She told him of her growing desire for a man she had met at a church social, of the way her body responded to his touch, of the impure thoughts that plagued her mind.
“I know it’s wrong, Father, but I can’t help the way I feel,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The priest listened, offering words of comfort and understanding. And then, he gave her a task.
“Go to him, my child,” he said. “Tell him of your desires, and let him help you find release.”
