The Unbearable Silence of God

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” the man began. “It has been… six years, I think, since my last confession.”

“Go ahead, son,” Monsignor Rybeck responded. The confessional was little more than a woven fabric screen on wooden legs between two metal folding chairs in an alcove of the chapel. As the man shifted in his chair, it squeaked under his weight. Monsignor…