The Left Hand of God Page #3

I won't be able to, John.

Tomorrow Sunday, will be first mass

at St Mary's since Father Coleman died.

Well the bag I lost in the river

contained my vestments and chalice.

I'm afraid we'll have to wait

until I can replace them.

Whole village be in church tomorrow.

Have to wait. They can carry their

sins around with them a little longer.

No, Father O'Shea wrong.

Sins cannot wait.

People tired. Carry sins with them

long time since Father Coleman.

Heavy. Father O'Shea lift,

then people not tired.

Well, what would you suggest, John?

Father O'Shea preach strong sermon.

Very well. I'll see the parish gets

an extra strong sermon tomorrow.

Good night, John.

Yes, Father.

Good morning.

You'll have to go. John Wong will have

to excommunicate you if you're late.

Mm, Shalimar.

I had a little left.

For church? You look nice too, Anne.

Technically, it's spring.

Of course, a Father O'Shea does

have a terrific lot of appeal.

Beryl, please.

Is that sacrilege, darling?

But he does, you know.

It's partly his eyes,

they're so beautifully unhappy.

Beryl, please,

you can't talk like that.

But, darling, I'm complimenting him.

He's a good priest or he wouldn't

be way out here in this wilderness.

It's just, the man has magnetism, he has it,

it's not anything to do with the collar he wears.

Look, Beryl,

Father O'Shea is a priest.

I know you're not a Catholic

but you know what that means to me.

I can't think of him as a man.

I mustn't.

I know, I understand.

Now you've got me all flustered

and I can't even think straight.

I feel self-conscious

about getting dressed up.

Of course, it is spring. I added

a few touches myself and I wasn't

thinking of trading Dave in either.

Beloved, I taught you as strangers

and pilgrims

to abstain from carnal desires

which war against the soul.

Such is the will of God

that by doing good,

you should put to silence

the ignorance of foolish men.

Live as free men, yet not using your

freedom as a cloak for malice

but as servants of God.

Honour all men,

love the brotherhood,

fear God, honour the King.

I've just read you a letter from a

very good friend of yours, St Peter.

What are you doing here?

Fix tea, slippers.

No, thanks.

Father Coleman always take tea

after church.

Never mind, forget

it, I don't want any.

Never mind, forget

Good morning.

- Good morning.

Forgive me, Father,

I had to see if you were all right.

Of course I'm all right.

Sit down, won't you?

Want a cup of tea?

Wong fixed it with

all the loving care of a wife.

No, thank you.

- Wife for priest, no good.

Thanks for reminding me.

That man, the man you hit,

he was a stranger, wasn't he?

I've never seen him

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