A Letter to a friend

[frankdh 2418]

 

A tide rises and falls, the waves crashing down to envelop the children of Humanity. Swept away and pulled into a riptide, the worn and weary men of the church become crippled and suffocated by the water, left blind in the blackness. Rather than confront the depths to find each other, we shut our eyes to avoid the sting-- the only thing for us to latch onto is the salt staining our lips as we sink further into the depths.

 

Is this what we’ve come to? The men of the church are unable to reach out to one another in this storm, refusing to see beyond the divide that separates us. 

We are all leaving ourselves to sink.

 

Father Guy Haas, I ordained you myself. You’re a man of intelligence, and one I respect. I’d hoped that one day you’d rise to take my place as the bishop of our Golden City, as I know you to wholeheartedly believe in the word of God and to care genuinely and completely in the Lord’s children. Yet now I find myself at a loss. You call for a council, a gathering that is meant to reconcile and reunify. Yet your words echo in my mind: “Discord is the devil’s favored trick.” Surely, you do not know this from experience? O God, I pray you don’t, or was the burning of Ves’ church meant to be a warning sign from our Creator?

 

I do not write to you here out of anger, nor do I wish to appear vindictive. Nay, I am here to ask of you, as one clergyman to another before only the eyes of God: What is your intent? What was your train of thought as you chose one pontiff over the other? Step away from the smoke and mirrors, it will avail you nothing to drink from the Skygod’s wine behind closed doors. 

I am not your enemy. I do not wish to manipulate you, and my words are not laced with ill will.

God bless you, Guy.
                                        
Father Lochlan
 

[Froschli 838]

Archbishop Ernst of Curonia once again wonders if there will be free cookies at the Council.