I was fifteen years old. It was a crisp Tuesday morning. and I was in Church, enjoying Mass.
When it was over, vividly remembered how I was kneeling down.
With my HEART immensely relaxed and happy.
And then
Suddenly, it happened. With my eyes closed, my lips almost in a smile i blurted out the words.
"Father, kill me."
Wha....
Who said that? In semi-panic, I jolted myself out of the kneeler, throwing myself back on the pew.
Where did those words come from?
Quickly, i looked to my left and right, wondering if anyone had heard me.(what was i going to tell them anyway? "No guys, I'm not going to commit suicide...)
But thank God ,everyone had left. I was alone in that huge, empty Church.
Getting my bearings together, I sheepishly knelt down again.
"Uh lord ...."i began, "I didn't say that . I mean, whatever i said awhile ago.....Just forget about it, okay?"
But deep within me , I knew that the lord was trying to tell me something, and i was aching to find out what it was.
