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man sacrifice. An angry god who had to be
appeased with blood. Dazed women staring up in the air and fat babies with tiny wings flying about.
A charismatic bird. Which one was the god? To the side of the sanctum was a painted wooden
sculpture. The victim againbruised and bleeding in bold colours. I stared at his knees. They were
badly scraped. The pink skin was peeled back and looked like the petals of a flowerrevealing
kneecaps that were fire-engine red. It was hard to connect this torture scene with the priest in the
rectory.
The next dayat around the same timeI let myself IN.
Catholics have a reputation for severityfor judgment that comes down heavily. My experience
with Father Martin was not at all like that. He was very kind. He served me tea and biscuits in a tea
set that tinkled and rattled at every touch; he treated me like a grown-up; and he told me a story. Or
rathersince Christians are so fond of capital lettersa Story.
And what a story. The first thing that drew me in was disbelief. What? Humanity sins but it��s
God��s Son who pays the price? I tried to imagine Father saying to me��Piscinea lion slipped into
the llama pen today and killed two llamas. Yesterday another one killed a black buck. Last [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]k two
of them a