Silence echoed from the murky, hollow walls which once hade defined a church. Now though it was a dark and dusty building that I went to, to confess my utter most sins too. At the first glance no one would associate this abandoned building with holiness, yet to me this is still the most sacred place on earth. With heavy steps I walk towards the small and claustrophobic room, the confession room. Usually I know that the Lord will forgive my sins but this time, I am not so sure. My awful heroic action may have cost me my pureness. My relationship to the only true Father that I have ever known. The blood red silk that overhangs from the holy confession room separates me from the outside world. Keeping my guilt at bay is the reason I am here. The intolerable feeling is overtaking my actions of how I react in situations. It is the infuriating reason I had come to a sacred place to confess to the only person who saw what I have done. Slowly my words come out. Stuttering, I am trying to gratify what I have done but only this inadequate sentence comes to mind. “There is nothing worse than what I have done Lord, but I couldn’t just have left her alone. She didn’t deserve it Lord. I hope you will forgive me, for my heroic action that still ended the life of another.” * …show more content…
Step, by step. One foot in front of the other. Anxiety running through my chilled limbs. I wasn’t supposed to be here. My parents forbid it to me when I was small. Yet I am still finding myself standing in the danger of a dark alley. Even the drowning sun was too weak to penetrate through the towering rows of bricks, which were located above me. The empowering darkness that ruled over this place, made be doubt my own judgment, of coming here. Though the curiosity kept me going. It fueled the fire inside of me, to keep walking in deeper. The alley was a place where no one wants to be; however the reason I was there is because I heard a desperate cry wailing for
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
"Without a Hand to Hold" Analysis and Interpretation of "The Preacher Ruminates: Behind the Sermon" Gwendolyn Brooks' "The Preacher Ruminates: Behind the Sermon" gives an eerie look into a minister's mind. Indeed, the poem's premise is made clear from the opening line: "It must be lonely to be God" (1). The poem proceeds to note that while God is a much-revered and respected figure, he has no equal. The preacher's revelation provides the reader with a unique perspective into religion. Brooks points out that due to God's position of omniscience, it is not possible for a figure like Him to have friends.
Being the pastor of the town Dimmesdale was a revered man. He held the responsibility to lead the town’s people spiritually. Although he tried to live a double life of being a pastor and a man who is trying to keep his greatest sin a secret. He cannot come to terms to confessing his sin even if his guilt i...
Shadows prowled the streets looking for an opportunity to strike their prey. How am I supposed to live here? Not after what happened four years ago”This place looks like a war zone. As he walked down the street people flew in the shadows like ghosts looking for someone to possess.”They know what I did!” He wailed. Jack was 12 years old about 5’2” 90 lbs. His mahogany hair hung down to about his shoulders and curled up at the end. His rusty eyes seemed to match his pupils forming an endless pit of brown.
Rainsford started out of the bedroom slowly and quietly, looking both ways to make sure it was clear to go. He started down the long hallway, being careful of his steps. He heard cries as he got closer to the end of the hallway near the stairs. He tried to see if he could see anyone from the stairs but failed to see where the cries were coming from. He started down the stairs carefully and slowly.
For whoever is ashamed [here and now] of Me and My words in this adulterous (unfaithful) and [preeminently] sinful generation, of him will the S...
Hi Melinda. I am excited to see another small town Texas girl in class. Have you always lived in a small town? We moved here from Round Rock eleven years ago. I love it. I get how busy it is to work full time and be a single mom. My husband and I separated two years ago next month. Most of the time it is me and my gang of seven blessings. It doesn’t leave much time for extras. I will definitely be keeping you in my prayers.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
As I sat on the sidewalk with him, shame overtook my heart. The glares from others passing by caused me to feel utterly uncomfortable but I continued to listen to his story. I knew what I had been called to do when I accepted this opportunity but never had I imagined it to be like this.
Each night, I scuffed my shoes slowly along the streets, meandering closer to the building. Its height was visible from blocks away. The incongruous radiance provoked disgusted mutters and headshakes from seemingly everyone. Week after week, I ventured another few steps, until new sights and sounds were unlocked. At a certain gap in the fence by Fifth Street, you could make out the glow of a sign. If you circled around in the opposite direction, the giant cube of the trash bin was visible, weighed down by glass bottles and much more that children shouldn’t concern themselves with. I had early on discerned that the lights did, in fact, lead to a building, and it was my intent to eventually go inside to experience the fun that the outside boasted of through its blinking signs and grand size. By then, I could count the amount of steps that took me to reach the street corner across from the back
It's dark out. The street remains quiet and the sounds of the city have faded. A woman walking down the street crosses, her heels thumping against the sidewalk. As she walks further into the night she feels a presence upon her. Suddenly the worries of the day have escaped her mind. All she can think about was the increasing echo of heavy footsteps behind her. Heart beating, she skips along the street, heels thumping with every step. She reaches a stoplight, and her heels come skidding to a stop. Her chest is aching and she's beginning to accept her fate, when, the man steps into the light with her. At first she looks away, praying that he won’t choose her as his next victim. As the seconds vanish, she decides to turn, to take a peek at the man breathing quietly beside her. Her brown hair whips around her shoulder and she clutches her handbag studying the man. It was difficult to make out his face in the poorly lit corner, but as she examined him she took note of his shiny blue eyes and light complexion. Without delay, her shoulders relax, and she releases the tight grip
Confession is one of the most challenging sacraments to engage in on a psychological level. It is often painful because it infers that one has done something wrong and it asks one to examine their lives and the mistakes they have made during it. However, integrated into to the Sacrament of Reconciliation is forgiveness. The peace and comfort given by confession outweigh the pain and guilt experienced be before it. The three main aspects of Reconciliation I will focus on is guilt, confessing, and forgiveness. I will show how man is naturally inclined to the aspect, how the aspect ties into the sacrament, and the benefits of partaking in the sacrament.
When I was a child I used to be frightened of entering such a place for it seemed so imposing and somewhat dangerous, especially when music was being played. One day, in order to keep a promise I had made, I saw myself forced to enter. It took me quite a while to get the courage to pass through the old oak door, but the moment I stepped in, I realized just how enchanting and breathtaking this building could be. Its fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes reflect perfectly the unity between this earth and the unseen kingdom of angels in such a manner that one cannot say where one ends and the other begins. The way in which the church was built is also the vivid testimony of a medieval period. Although it is a place that can sometimes be cold and ask for respect it is where prayers are answered and magic is done. An overwhelming feeling of inner harmony takes over you once you enter and God seems much closer. Darkness and light are welded perfectly together creating Redemption’s house. The tower allows you to see the entire town from the smallest river to the biggest building site, offering you its mightiness.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.