Amber in Church

Amber had been coming to the parish with her parents for several years. I had witnessed her growing from a child into a beautiful young adult. I had consoled her and her mother after the tragic death of her father in a farming accident seven years previously, and most recently I had the unfortunate duty of presiding over her mother’s burial after a long fight against cancer. In many ways, I felt a great sense of fatherly duty toward Amber. I had assisted her family in keeping the faith throughout the tough times, as well as celebrating the joys of their more triumphant moments. However, beyond these sentiments of goodwill for the family, I had a more sinister attraction toward Amber. Despite almanbahis having made my vows of celibacy toward God, I couldn’t help but think of thinking of her in a sexual manner. I hold my head in shame in telling you that on more than one occasion I partook in pleasuring myself while dreaming of holding Amber naked in my arms. It was wrong, very wrong, but the passion was stronger than I could control.It had been six months since her mother had passed away. Amber still attended church every Sunday. She was as quiet as she had always been and yet something had changed. Instead of looking mournful for the loss of her parents, she seemed happier. She beamed when she sang and smiled at almanbahis yeni giriş me sweetly whenever she saw me looking at her. I felt nervous about the situation, because it just reinforced my own feelings of guilt, making me feel that I was failing God by succumbing to wanton thoughts. I decided to talk to her if only to ensure that she was still a child of the Lord. I would reiterate my commitment to him and ensure that she knew I would be there for her if she wanted to follow in his footsteps. I needed to know that she was chaste. I also needed to regain trust in my choice of living as a man of the cloth.During communion, I whispered to her that I needed to see her after almanbahis giriş the morning service. She smiled and said that she would wait for me.—As the final few members of the congregation left, I approached Amber, who was still sitting in the front pew. She looked so pretty in her blue cotton summer dress and white heels. Her dark curls fell gracefully over her china doll face.“My dear Amber,” I started, sitting next to her, “How are you?”“I’m very well, Father Dominic,” she answered, “How are you?”“I’m fine too,” I answered, “I was just wondering how you are managing these days, now that, well, both of your parents have passed?”“Better than ever!” she responded enthusiastically, “I feel free at last.”That wasn’t the response I was expecting. I felt a bit shocked at her reaction.“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously.“You know, my parents always stifled me with their Catholic guilt and how we shouldn’t have any fun in life.