Saturday's Warrior
When I came out, I saw that Walter was waiting for me by the exit. He looked a little sad, but he didn't say anything. As soon as I had passed through the door, he followed me out and locked it.
His car was the only one left in the parking lot. We both got in and he asked me my address. After I told him, he drove silently for a little while, and then without looking at me he said, "I suppose you think I'm a terrible person and you hate me now."
"No, of course not," I replied.
"Why not? It's true, I'm a terrible person. I don't know why I don't have any self-control. I try so hard." He breathed a breath of disappointment. "It's just that sometimes I'm completely overcome by lust. It's my biggest weakness."
"I understand," I said.
"You do?" he asked, kind of surprised.
"Yeah, why do you think I brought you there in the first place? Actually I kind of wanted to do it too even though I know it's bad and I got scared at the last minute."
He smiled a little tiny bit and said, "I'm going to repent, though, and try to do better. I know that that probably sounds stupid since how many times can you try to give up a vice and fail? But I have to do better if I want to go on a mission."
"Of course," I said.
"Actually, it's probably stupid of me to even imagine that I should be going on a mission. I'm obviously not the sort of person the Lord wants to have representing His true church. But I can't help but feel like if I spent two years completely focused on serving the Lord that maybe it would help me to become a better person, and I might even do some good in the world."
"Of course that's what the Lord wants you to do," I said. "He'll forgive you and everything will be okay."
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