I thought of asking him a cynical question. A question to a young priest. A young one, and handsome, and kind, and polite, and warmhearted, and thoughtful, and altruistic… a baron and a knight, and … and…
Then i said to myself : The others are to blame, not this pretty boy.
He was struggling for the life of a loved one.
“Why are you sad? Instead of being happy that he’ ll meet Jesus? In the Kingdom.” was the question which i never asked.
