Pulling out my fourth step’s typed pages, I
began to rattle off old transgressions.
My sponsor quickly stopped me, saying, “Why
don’t I light a candle? For confession,
let’s invite God in.” He lit the candle.
It’s soft flame calmed my heart. My voice assumed
an easy cadence. What seemed dire scandals
turned to faded ghosts. At times I presumed
my action irredeemable, this world’s
lone scar. He’d nod. Say, “I did the same thing.”
Finding him human, my surprised brain swirled
briefly. Then sensed relief. Our hours talking
led to silence. I said, “Done.” He said, “Good.”
We went out for food. Spoke of gratitude.
Roger Armbrust
March 17, 2010
