Confessions Of A Pretend Preacher

Being a pretend preacher is almost like being the real thing. People come to me in times of trouble and who am I to turn them away. I cannot and never will do for reasons I cannot explain. I hear their confession readily an even relate to some. I try to help wherever I can with words that I can give. Sometimes what you hear can take its toll on you. You never admit it though, but keep on trying to help wherever help is needed. There are times you hear something and it plays on your mind over and over again that you feel you will burst. You never betray a confidence of whom the incident is about. Like a real priest’s rule of silence, you obey it to the letter, only telling the story with no names attached and after you have told it. It exorcises if from your mind and you can move on to the next one who needs help. My door is always open to help anyone. I will never turn away anyone who needs help from me. I guess the role of a pretend preacher really does suit me; either that or I have grown into the part I play. It doesn‘t stop my own heartaches of which I rarely tell. The sadness that sometimes eats away at me. However, you will never see it behind my smiling face; because that is the way, I just want it to be. 4 October 2008.