08-28-2014, 11:45 PM
Pyotr took the Wallet from Jensen and read the article. Pyotr was shocked, not because of the content, but more from the fact that he had shared the information with Pyotr. Pyotr had no idea what Jensen expected him to think, but Pytor's admiration for the man rose. Pyotr could have found the information easily enough on his own, but had no intentions to do so. The man's past was his own to reveal when he willed it. And he had chosen to reveal it to Pyotr - who just a few hours ago was a complete stranger.
Pyotr handed the man's wallet back and sat silently for a minute, considering his words carefully. He wouldn't judge the man for a past that Jensen would find shameful.
Jensen had given him the tools to understand him better. He had been a televangelist and due to scandal had been "defrocked" so to speak, and forced to live in exile avoiding those he once led and constantly fearing their judgement. Pyotr didn't about all of that - what did it matter if he found men or women attractive. He had wondered about that himself at times. And the man's past was exactly that - his past.
"First of all, I'm honored that you trusted me with this. It takes a lot of courage to do something like that. Secondly, I don't care if you're straight, gay, bi, questioning, or what not. You are who you are - and a good man - and that's all that matters."
Pyotr paused. "As for the rest - well. How does it go -'Judge, lest ye be judge,' 'All have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God,' 'that if you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart God raised him from the dead, you shall be saved.' What's in your past is in your past. It doesn't take from my opinion of you."
Pyotr gave Jensen an encouraging smile as the man asked him how he had come to channel.
"Well, I'm kind of a klutz and also a waiter....I tripped over my feet and spilled water on myself. When I got to the locker room to clean up. All the water was draining from my clothing. That was the first time I used it."
Pyotr sighed. He liked Jensen. Jensen was probably one of the few people who had treated him with real kindness.
"Listen, I don't have a lot of friends. Most make me the butt of the joke rather than actually getting to know me. I'd like to keep in touch. It's obvious you think I should be in church again."
Pyotr chuckled slightly. "I also imagine you haven't been there in quite some time, so I'll make you a deal. I'll go to church every Sunday starting now if you come with me. It doesn't have to be Mass, but we can do that if you're worried about being judged. How does that sound?"
Edited by Pyotr Grigory, Aug 28 2014, 11:51 PM.
Pyotr handed the man's wallet back and sat silently for a minute, considering his words carefully. He wouldn't judge the man for a past that Jensen would find shameful.
Jensen had given him the tools to understand him better. He had been a televangelist and due to scandal had been "defrocked" so to speak, and forced to live in exile avoiding those he once led and constantly fearing their judgement. Pyotr didn't about all of that - what did it matter if he found men or women attractive. He had wondered about that himself at times. And the man's past was exactly that - his past.
"First of all, I'm honored that you trusted me with this. It takes a lot of courage to do something like that. Secondly, I don't care if you're straight, gay, bi, questioning, or what not. You are who you are - and a good man - and that's all that matters."
Pyotr paused. "As for the rest - well. How does it go -'Judge, lest ye be judge,' 'All have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God,' 'that if you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart God raised him from the dead, you shall be saved.' What's in your past is in your past. It doesn't take from my opinion of you."
Pyotr gave Jensen an encouraging smile as the man asked him how he had come to channel.
"Well, I'm kind of a klutz and also a waiter....I tripped over my feet and spilled water on myself. When I got to the locker room to clean up. All the water was draining from my clothing. That was the first time I used it."
Pyotr sighed. He liked Jensen. Jensen was probably one of the few people who had treated him with real kindness.
"Listen, I don't have a lot of friends. Most make me the butt of the joke rather than actually getting to know me. I'd like to keep in touch. It's obvious you think I should be in church again."
Pyotr chuckled slightly. "I also imagine you haven't been there in quite some time, so I'll make you a deal. I'll go to church every Sunday starting now if you come with me. It doesn't have to be Mass, but we can do that if you're worried about being judged. How does that sound?"
Edited by Pyotr Grigory, Aug 28 2014, 11:51 PM.