Sunlight filters through the stunning stain glass of the Cathedral as I step in. All at once, it is familiar, warm. Home. Yet, it seems to be too large for home. Its expanse too great. Its air too cold.
I remember the last time I was thinking of these things. I was an Acolyte with too much zeal for my own good. I’d passed all the tests with flying colors. This had been what I’d been moving to my entire life: Priesthood. Because of that, it’d be alright. I could not be more wrong.
And here I am again, on the threshold of this movement yet again. I feel so sure, yet so unsure. Its the Cloth that I’ve always known, so why am I anxious. I wore it many years, why is it now seeming so heavy.
I was Cardinal, then nothing, now Priest. Funny how it all comes full circle. This time though, it shall be better. This time, I shall stay the course. This time, I know what must be done.
