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  • I do not like to talk about religion or politics because these are the two subjects about which no one will ever agree.However there are personal experiences that I would like to share with you.I was born in South America and I was brought up as a good Catholic girl.By the time I was just eight years old ,I witnessed the bad behaviour of some nuns at the school my mother had chosen for my sister. I decided I was not going to be Catholic anymore.My sister was from the first relationship of my mother and she was born out of marriage. That was regarded as a terrible sin.The problem was that the nuns were not shouting horrible words to my mother but to my poor crying sister who was only ten.I thought if these people are the ones in charge of this church I am out of it. I decided at that early age I was going to be Christian but I would have my own church based in love and not anger or aggression like the nuns. Later going with my sister to confesion as she decided to stayed as a Catholic, the priest gave her such terrible time because she was wearing a long dress with a high neck and her unforgiveable sin was that she was showing her elbows.

    Later when I was twelve my mother met some priests from her country,Colombia.They came for dinner a few times at home.One day they invited my sister and me to go to a house of the nuns at a beach for a weekend but we were told to keep quiet about this.We did not go but little by little I discovered something I did not like . Later I understood the meaning of paedophile and I never knew I was in front of two charming ones.

    The worst was when I became a journalist and at a press conference I met a handsome man who looked like a Greek god,tall, dark hair, blue eyes with spiral eyelashes and very elegant clothes.He took me back to the newspaper at the end of the conference that was related to Church reforms. He was so charming that it was imposible to take my eyes from his amazing blue ones.He invited me for a drink a few times after that day and he was always a little guarded in our conversations. On our third date we went dancing and I asked him if apart from being a journalist he did something else.There was a strange silence from him for too long for such a simple question.This was during a very close dance with romantic music. He buried his face on my neck and gave me a soft kiss.Then he looked at me deeply and he said "I am a Jesuit priest".I was frozen and I became a stone.I thought I did not understand what he said but he said it, and after the shock he gave me a speech about love and that what we were doing was part of divine love.I got my bag and ran like a terrified cheetah .I was in such a terrible state because for me priests were sacred.I felt a sinner,dirty and terrible.I got a taxi and went home.My mother was worried to see me in such state. During the next days there were calls and more calls from him and my mother asked me what was happening .I could not tell her because she was a devoted Catholic.She said" he is the nicest young man you have ever brought home.The other ones are horrible".If she only knew!!!

    Every day she asked me when he was going to come back and I had so many excuses.Today I am more mature and I know it was his problem and not mine.I feel more comfortable talking to God alone and the fact that I used to talk to the middlemen when I was just a child to say my sins and he had to talk to God seemed more and more ridiculous.I can talk to God and he always answers to me.What about If one of those men listening to your confessions is like my handsome Jesuit?
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