Thomas takes his place in the wooden booth.
The church is dark and empty: shadows sit in the dusty wooden pews and the smoke of incense snakes about the stone columns and tiles.
It had been long since Thomas had taken confession, not since Michael Travis had wandered into his doors . . . The act, for him, is an effort at moving on, at believing in Sacramento and his ministry there again. He wishes Faith would alleviate the strain. Alas, what being worthwhile was ever easy?
A preliminary prayer: Help. Please. God. I offer myself to serve and listen and speak. Bring forth a son or daughter most in need of ministering. I'm afraid you'll have to do the ministering as well. I sit and wait in Faith, ready to do your will. Amen.
Thomas waits. He half hopes no one will come, and then shakes his head. Events of late had bruised his Faith. Maybe God would minister to him as well?
Jaqen August Galloway