Luce 15, 1-3, 11-12

Son of the Shadow.

Luce 15, 1-3. 11-32

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When he told me so many problems from his monk’s life, included the most intimate, like this sad story about a nun, who was abused by a monk (I know him personaly), I felt like a fermenting cellar. Meaby he was sure that all those terrible sins from the Church (his home) disappeared in me, in my memory – like the slick stone poped to the dark water.

I was nice and calm. Listened him with patient. From time to time he gave me good advices, how to love, pray and live. After 3 months we send pictures, completely naked, to each other. The last one was terrible. I was confused. Who can understand me and my stupid nature? Why he never ask for nice, friendly meeting in real life? Why I know so many about his life and his strange mood? Always in the Shadow. Even when he stand in the italian window. Shadow covered his face, maked him almost black.

I am not a good Father. He is not a good Father. Meaby it is not possible in the Catolic church, no more.