Awakening: 130-church

There is a small fishing village called Norman, two hundred kilometers from Boston. The total population of the entire fishing village is only 300 people. Small fishing villages of this size can be found everywhere in Boston.

On the east side of the fishing village, near the sea, there is a Catholic church of a small size. This church has been around for more than two decades. At the beginning, the size of the church was very small, with only 30 people sitting in it at the same time. Even so, it is the only church within a few hundred kilometers nearby. For this reason, those faithful believers living nearby have launched a large-scale donation campaign more than a decade ago, and the church has been expanded a lot at once, which has formed the scale it is today.

The church is usually quiet most of the time on weekdays. Only on Sunday will those church members drive or ride to the church to worship. It also becomes lively during important events such as Thanksgiving or Christmas.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, a young man with left earrings opened the back door of the church.

After entering, the young man went directly to the second floor, and then walked to the room where the priest rested.

After the youth knocked at the door a few times, there came the voice of Father Marshall, "Is it Robin?"

"Yes, priest." The young man opened the door with a response.

"What's the matter?" Father Marshall, in his fifties, asked Robin.

"Father, have you forgotten? Didn't you want me to buy you some anti-inflammatory drugs and gauze back yesterday? This is what you want." Robin put a bag on the table.

"I almost forgot, thank you. How much is it?"

"Forget it, it doesn't cost much, anyway." Robin said indifferently.

"No, now you move out to live alone, there are many places that need money." Father Marshall passed a few banknotes.

Robin didn't insist anymore, took the money, and said, "Don't blame me, Father, you really don't need to be so good to that kind of stowaway. I advise you to hand him over to the local police It's over. "

"I can't do this. You should see that he is injured all over. If he is handed over to the police, they will return him immediately. But the problem is, he doesn't even know who he is now." Marshall The priest was speaking.

"Priest, do you really believe he has amnesia? As long as the stowaways can stay in the United States, they can do everything. So Father, you should listen to my advice and give him to the police. "Robin waved and said.

"No, I believe him. From his eyes, I can see that he didn't lie to me."

"Well, I really regret carrying him here from the beach. I knew I should have taken him directly to the police station." Robin said helplessly.

"You have always been a kind child. Even if you repeat, I believe you will never die." Father Marshall said with a smile.

Robin is a bit speechless, but he doesn't want to notify the police. There were also a few people who illegally came to work in the United States near his place of residence. Although they usually worked very hard and had little money, almost everyone spent tens of thousands of dollars to sneak in. If they are caught by the police and repatriated, they will lose everything. Because of this inexplicable sympathy, he did not send that person to the police station.

"By the way, are Mother Sister Mary and Mother Jill recently?" Robin asked.

Although he had a casual expression, when talking about Mother Gil's name, Father Marshall saw a look of concern on his face.

"They are doing very well. Sister Jill misses you and sometimes asks me about you. You should go and see her." Father Marshall said.

"Where is she now?" Robin asked for a moment.

"She is looking after him in that person's room."

"What? How can this be," Robin yelled.

Fr Marshall was young, and naturally knew what he was worried about. He smiled and said, "Relax, he's not the kind of person you think. If you are really uneasy, you can go and see them."

"In fact, there is nothing to worry about. But I haven't met Sister Jill for so long. I'll see her now." After that, Robin hurriedly stood up and prepared to go out.

"Robin, please help me to take these medicines and gauze to Mother Jill by the way." Father Marshall stopped him and handed him the package on the table.

"I see." Robin was so anxious that he walked out as soon as he took it.

Looking at Robin's hurried departure, Father Marshall sighed.

Robin is an orphan, and Father Marshall adopted him as an adopted child when he was very young. He has lived in this church for 15 years. For so many years, Father Marshall watched as he slowly grew into an adult. The father's joy was beyond words. Although he had the intention to allow Robin to inherit his career and become a priest-based work. But knowing him, like other young people, yearns for the outside world more, so Father Marshall did not force him.

Although he didn't want to be a priest, he lived in a clean and quiet church since he was a child, so he didn't indulge in tobacco, alcohol, drugs or play like other young people. This is the place where Father Marshall is most pleased.

But three years ago, when Mother Gil was assigned to work in this church, Robin began to change. He became decadent, often not staying home at night, and his body was full of the smoky smell of tobacco and alcohol. Then Robin finally left the church and moved outside to live.

Fr Marshall knew he would be like this because he fell in love with Mother Jill. But it was a relationship that was inconclusive. He knew better than anyone Sister Jill's loyalty to the Lord.

Robin walks to the last room on the second floor, the room where the man is now living.

When he came to the door of the room, he just wanted to knock on the door, and suddenly he heard someone talking inside. He immediately stopped his hand to knock.

"Cogg, why are you so stubborn? The Bible is the language of God, how can you say the same thing." Robin heard Sister Jill speak in a slightly reproving but gentle voice.

"Although I don't remember anything, I think I should believe that there is indeed a mysterious existence in this world that can dominate the world and the fate of each person. But is it exactly the same as described in the Bible?" It was the man named Kog. Because he didn't remember anything, the priest helped him get the name "Kog", which means forgetting.

"But this does not prove that the teachings in the Bible are wrong. The teachings above are for the purpose of reducing crime." Sister Jill continued.

"If strictly in accordance with the teachings of the Bible, then everyone in the world commits crimes all the time, chats with friends and commits the guilty of chatting, spending energy preparing delicious meals and commits the crime of gluttony, thinking that others are fools. The sin of accusation is sin even if you are in a bad mood on a rainy day. Let me give you another example. The ten precepts in the Bible are 'not allowed *'. According to the doctrine, this precept is not only related to married or non-wife. There is a relationship between women other than that, even if you think about it, it is considered a violation. Are n’t these dogmas too harsh? It does n’t fit the name of God ’s kindness. The Bible also says that the human body is Weak and vulnerable to the devil's temptation, so we need to strengthen our own mind. But a normal man will inevitably be tempted to see a beautiful woman dressed sexy. This is a normal physiological phenomenon, or it should be an animal instinct. As many men in the United States like to buy adult magazines as Playboy, you know. Strange, how did I know that Playboy Son's this kind of thing? "Speaking of the last sentence, the man named Cog suddenly asked himself strangely.

"That's because you're originally a satyr." Robin couldn't help it anymore, pushed the door open and stared hard at the man lying in bed.

"It was Robin, when did you come?" Mother Gil said happily.

"Sister Jill, good evening." Robin said hello to the young student nun who had not yet shaved.

"People like you who don't know anything, dare to talk about the kindness of the Lord here. If it weren't for seeing you hurt, I would have beaten you hard." Robin turned again Turned over and shouted at the man on the bed.

The man on the bed gave him a glance, and then said, "In the Middle Ages, there were not a few people who were burned or killed because of religious issues. These were not God's will, but some interested people at the time borrowed God It ’s called a means to an end. I ’m not a clergyman. Is it wrong to doubt the doctrine? ”

"You ... jerk!"

"Don't mess around, the wound on his body isn't good yet." Sister Jill quickly grabbed him when he saw how Robin wanted to do it.

"Please let me go, Mother Jill, I need to teach this arrogant guy well." Robin said loudly.

"Robin, you can't do this. Isn't it a thing for a believer to do to a wounded person?" Sister Jill said solemnly.

After seeing her expression, Robin didn't move anymore, and after a while he said, "Sorry, Mother Jill. I'm so impulsive."

"Robin, you must restrain your emotions." Mother Jill let go of his hand.

"This is the medicine and gauze that the priest asked me to give you." Robin handed her the contents.

"Thank you. Gauze has just run out today. Fortunately, you brought it in time." Sister Jill said with a smile.

Looking at her warm and moving smile, Robin couldn't help getting lost.

"Sister Gil, are these medicines and gauze used for me?" The man named Kege asked suddenly.

"Yes," Sister Jill replied.

Kog turned to Robin and said, "Although I don't agree with you, thank you so much for sending these things over. Thank you."

Robin didn't expect him to thank himself, but he didn't know what to say.

Sister Jill came to Kog's bed and said, "Since the gauze has been delivered, I'll change it for you now."

"Sister Jill, I'll help him change it. After all, he's a man." Robin said quickly before Kogg could speak. It wasn't his kindness, but he didn't want Sister Jill to touch this guy's body.

"That's fine, let you come. But you have to be careful, his wound will not heal for a long time, if it is too hard, it will crack again." Mother Jier said for a moment.

"I see." Robin glanced at the guy and walked to his bed.

When he untied the old gauze, Robin felt he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although he saw the wound on his body when he rescued this guy on the beach, but now seeing the scary wounds that almost covered the whole body, he really couldn't imagine how this man survived. But the strangest thing is that when he was seen on the beach, the wounds on his body did not bleed much, otherwise Robin had already told the police to call an ambulance instead of taking him back to the church.

Although most of the wounds are scarred, there are still a few large wounds that are not completely healed, and the square gauze is tightly attached to them. If you want to change the gauze, you must pull it off hard. But if you rip it, the skin on the wound will rip off. In the end, Robin pulled the whole gauze down hard. Then, he was given medicine and wrapped in new gauze.

Robin couldn't help but admire this guy who was sore and sweaty but could not bear to cry out.

"Mother Jill, I will come over every day to help him change the gauze." Looking at Mother Jill, who looked pale on the side, knowing that she was most afraid of this **** scene, Robin said with heartache.

"Is that true?" Sister Jill asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"Thank you so much, Robin. Uh, I'm sorry, I'm dysfunctional." Mother Jill couldn't help cheering, but soon realized that her performance had the traits of a nun, she stopped and said awkwardly.

It's rare to see her look so happy, Robin smiled.