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        “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”  The stranger standing in the doorway to Father Townsend’s office has shown up exceptionally early.  Usually 6am is the golden hour for the Father, A time undisturbed when thoughts congeal into the plans and expectations of the coming day. Father Townsend deeply engrossed in the sermon he is to give on Sunday, had every intention of spending the rest of Saturday morning playing basket ball with the local youth of  Saint Anthony’s. The Father’s office  is sparse only containing the bare basics needed to perform his duties to God and the community surrounding his church.

One step for joy. One step for love. Two steps closer to that world above... One slip for injustice, And two more for hate. Now I'm closer to that "other" gate.