The Priest's Graveyard
“Three large chandeliers twinkled over the banquet hall hosting the Cancer Research Fund’s benefit dinner. The four hundred guests seated before the finest silver and crystal place settings were being served their choice of tenderloin, wild Atlantic salmon, or stuffed quail.
Most of the men and women were dressed in black and white, like himself. They were the cream of society, unlike himself.
Yet so few understood.
Despite Danny’s violent encounter with religion as a teenager, he knew that violence itself was a natural aspect of life that could be used for good or evil.
Angels and demons had both wielded violence and would again, surely. As would so-called God and the so-called devil.
Did not God make waves to crash violently on the coral? And if that violent pounding killed a baby crab, did one blame God for making violent waves? No.
The same could be said for all the great sins decried by religion through the ages.
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