Story of a Woman's Spiritual Journey

When I opened the door, a limp figure fell in. It

was a young woman.

She'd been asleep against the door, almost frozen.

"Yes," she said, "I, I used to be a Catholic,

but not anymore." I said,

"How did you happen to be here?" Well, she said, "I, I don't know.

I was a bit drunk." Well, I went in and made her a cup of coffee, and I said,

"Come

back now this afternoon." And she said, "I will come back on one condition,

that you don't ask me to go to confession." I said, "All right."

She said, "I want you to promise me faithfully

that you will not ask me to

go to confession." I said, "I promise you faithfully not to ask you

to go to

confession." So she came back that afternoon before matinee, and, uh,

I said, "We have a, a Rembrandt and a Van Dyck in this church.

Would you like to see them?" She said, "Yes."

So as we walked down the side aisle, we passed the confessional box.

I pushed her in.

I didn't ask her to go.

I always keep my promises.

Well, she went to communion. She was there month after month,

and then she became a nun in London.