A lone figure stood before the altar. He crossed himself, a simple act which he hoped would begin his journey to forgiveness. On his weary face a blank expression, in his heart a rolling ocean of regret, in his soul sea of shame. His mind, searching for a reason. He dropped to his knees. Why did he do it, what had he hoped to gain? How could he live to an old age harbouring such a secret ? No longer could he keep the memory hidden deep inside. Would the God he had for so long denied, now give him a chance to redeem himself? We will never know, not in our lifetime anyway because a few hours later he was found on the altar steps, a drab and pathetic figure, life drained from him. A shaft of sunlight pierced the gloom and bounced from a shining cross which stood above him. For a moment, a brief moment, its reflection bathed him in a pool of gold. Amen.