There was one boy who had done something so shameful that he didn’t want anyone to know what he did. He didn’t want his parents to know even though his parents could fix the problem. He didn’t tell his priest because he’s confessed this every week. He didn’t want his guardian angel to know so God wouldn’t know even though He already knew. The boy knew that he couldn’t travel through time to erase what he had done so he decided to erase the truth itself so that no one would know if what he’d done was true or not.
Secretly, he entered his parish and went to the tabernacle. He went inside it where he heard the truth was, went through a small, veiled tunnel, and entered into Heaven. The light of Heaven was so intense that even the intensity was felt in the shadows that were cast by its inhabitants that appeared to be like temples to the boy. They wondered what he was doing there and prayed to God for him to make the right decision. After much struggling, he made his way to where the light was strongest and found the origin of truth.
With the eraser that he brought, he tried to erase the truth but found that no matter how much he tried to erase, the truth would not be erased. Instead, he saw that he was erasing himself. Who was he? What was his personality? Was his mistake part of him or apart of him? His capacity to understand truth felt as limited as that of an animal or a plant as he could hardly comprehend what he was thinking, why he was thinking, and how he was able to think.
As he kept erasing, the origin of truth offered him a different eraser that was part of the truth itself. Using this eraser, he found that he could erase his mistake. In the blink of an eye, the boy saw that he was in the confessional. The priest gave him his penance and told him of his good confession and to not worry about the mistakes that he made.
“It doesn’t matter how many times you fail. It only matters how many times you get up,” the priest said.
Feeling confident, the boy thanked the priest and headed out with his head held high and a thankful heart after his penance. Even though the truth of what he’d done still existed, it was crossed off and forgotten by his penance. Mistakes are made by everyone and everyone goes against their true nature sometimes, but the difference between a saint and a sinner is their willingness to admit their faults and truly be sorry.
The End
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