A Test Of Faith
By Julian Gilmour
© 2007 and reprinted with the author’s permission.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” Father John looked up with a start as he had seen no one approach the confessional. “I have told lies on occasion,” said the voice “but I am about to tell you the truth.” Father John noticed an unusual echo in the man’s voice, and that his own hair was standing on end, as if he were charged with static electricity.
“Bless you my child. How long has it been since your last confession?”
“That will take some explaining. I am here to deliver a message to you, and I haven’t much time. Locking is only temporary”
“What do you mean by ‘locking’ my child?” The charged atmosphere, Father John felt, was becoming unnerving, and it was then that he noticed the background buzzing noise beneath the man’s voice. He wondered if perhaps the stranger had a radio with him. “A message from whom and about what?”
“Firstly it might be an idea to explain something to you”
“And what might that be?”
“That I am from your future” The buzzing surrounding the stranger ebbed a little.
“I beg your pardon?” the priest hoped that he had misheard.
“I am from your future, Father John”
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