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A priest confesses his greatest secret during Mass
It was just after 9 a.m. Children squirmed and latecomers slid into their seats as the morning light poured in through the stained-glass images of Mary, Jesus, Joseph and the saints.
Going through the ritualistic motions of Mass, the priest struggled in his mind with the decision he had made. It’s the time, he thought. It’s the right place, the right people.
The parishioners sang and repeated the customary “amens” and “also with you” replies to preselected texts.
Just another Sunday Mass.
Then the priest started to speak.
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THE PRIEST'S heart was pounding in his chest. His hands were icy cold. He was nervous. More than usual. The pews were nearly full as they are most Sundays as he walked up the middle aisle of St. Joseph Basilica in Alameda to celebrate Mass.
Going through the ritualistic motions of Mass, the priest struggled in his mind with the decision he had made. It’s the time, he thought. It’s the right place, the right people.
The parishioners sang and repeated the customary “amens” and “also with you” replies to preselected texts.
Just another Sunday Mass.
Then the priest started to speak.
more…