Brother Michael’s black rosary beads slipped through his fingers; his breviary open to evening devotions. Yet Michael’s thoughts wandered.
This epicurean life at the monastery was what he’d wanted when he was younger. He thought God would bless his gift to Him, the things he had given up for Him.
But tonight his soul was in conflict. He had tossed and turned last night in his austere cell. Dreams grabbed at him and taunted him with their realness. He awoke tasting forbidden nectars.
Brother Francis promised fish again tonight. Michael felt he might sell his soul for a porterhouse steak.
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VV has challenged us again . . . this week her chosen word is EPICUREAN. Really? EPICUREAN??? Think minimalist. Think frugality. Think giving up the “precious.” Yeah, that is where my head went. And, then I got carnal. What would a man miss the most? Women? Maybe. Cigarettes? Perhaps. STEAK??? Oh, if he was a midwestern boy, why yes ma’am, he would miss that steak. Yum.
The flesh is weak… Dang, a porterhouse would be good right now.
I love this! “He awoke tasting forbidden nectars” invoked many images, but steak wasn’t among them. Nice surprise 🙂
There are many things I would be fine giving up but steak is not one of them.. I enjoyed this.
Nah. WOMEN. That’s what he would miss. When I was in the 6th grade, I wanted to be a Maryknoll Missionary. I got the pamphlets and everything I could get my hands on about becoming a priest. At some point, someone pointed out to me just what the word “Celibacy” meant. After that, i didn’t think being a Maryknoll Missionary was really for me. Thank goodness.
It is so scary..imagine, if you are him and you are starting to carve for a steak, what’s next?
I truly enjoyed this.
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shakira
Hmmm…no flesh for me….but if I had to give up chocolate? My soul would die 🙂
Love that he was dreaming of steak!