THE SERMON "Is there any hope for any man who didn't die in the state of grace?" the priest asked rhetorically "the Bible tells us that such person would burn in hell." I hated it anytime Friday. Kelvin preaches. He doesn't fail to make us realise how much of terrible

sinners that we are, that we would at the end of our life on earth, still end in a lake of fire, that there were only a select few who were heaven bound. After mass, I decided to approach Fr. Kelvin. After greeting me, he saw the uneasiness in my body. "Is anything the matter,

Kimberly?" "Yes father. Your sermon at the mass today really touched me and I want to have my confession so that I can be in a state of grace to receive the Holy Communion tomorrow. I don't want to go to hell." He replied "I'm really busy now. Can you come to my house later

this evening for the confession?" I nodded. That answer was all I needed. In the evening, I put on my kil.ler look and like a fish, he fell for the bait. He was still nak.ed and sleeping when I stood from the bed. I quietly walked to the kitchen and got a knife.

I wanted to make sure he understood the sermon he always preached. ©️Arinze Daniel Udoye drwaters Like. Share. Comment

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