THE PILLARS OF HEAVEN
I am very nervous. I adjust my clerical collar again and again and again. Anuncia Salón – Madam President of the United States of America, Anuncia Salón – has requested The Sacrament of Penance from me before she speaks to the United Nations about the crisis.
I enter the Confessional compartment and sit fidgeting with my crucifix. I hear her enter into the adjacent Compartment of the Penitent. God give me courage, my hand is shaking as I open the sliding screen.
I hear her unmistakable voice say, “Forgive me, Father, for I…,” and she hesitates and then she continues, “I have not been to Confession since I was an adolescent.”
I think, “The Politicians’ Creed,” but I say, “Go on Anuncia …, Madam Presi-…, uh, my child,” and so I feel silly and then disrespectful. Calm down!
Madam President seems to mull…
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