“And thy neighbour as thyself…”

Today is a great day for reading. I am elated to offer my readers the English version of my most recent novella The Sacraments of Matrimony. It is fresh out of the oven, smells nice, and waits to be devoured by readers.

Emma Majore could never have imagined that a religious wedding would be more difficult than finding her soulmate. But the pretensions of the anointed of God unleash hell on the couple wanting to unite their destinies before the Divinity. The trials and tribulations they go through make up incredible scenes of delicious humor. Will they manage to avoid the traps so well arranged by the men of God?

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Now I am tying it with a red ribbon and wrapping it in a rare story my grandfather once told me. He knew it from his grandfather, who, in turn, knew it from his grandfather.

“A monk prayed fervently to God for ten years to receive the gift of healing. One night, an angel appeared to him in a dream, telling the Almighty might agree to bestow this gift on him. Happy, the hermit hurried to announce his superior. The abbot thought for a long time, then commanded him to return to his cave, pray to God to take this gift from him, and give him an even greater gift instead. The ability to see his sins.”

Being a cantor, my grandfather also got to know other priestly faces, with other habits:

  • Father Boncea smoked three cigarettes in the small room leading from the altar to the churchyard: one before the service, another in the middle of the liturgy, the third at the end. He said the Devil could not see him in the little room next to the altar, he lacked the power for that.
  • Father Pralec also smoked, and smoked so much, he was notorious for it. Tobacco, he said, was the Devil’s grass. Better finish it faster.
  • Father Raut smoked only pipe. He blamed it on listening too much to the confessions of the parishioners. He got full of their grievous sins, and seized by worries and pains; he smoked because of sadness.
  • Only Father Naut did not smoke. He had another issue: confessing married women only in the evening until almost midnight, and not letting them go until they had confessed all their sins. Love thy neighbour as thyself…

Our dear readers must not climb down in a cave, smoke in the little room hidden from Lucifer’s eyes, finish the Devil’s grass, nor confess married women at midnight. A simple reading is enough to discover The Sacraments of Matrimony. Enjoy!

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