Lord Have Mercy!

Tara

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My name's Tara, and I live in the fabulous city of Atlanta (go Braves!) I enjoy reading, music, and long walks in the park. When I'm not busy lusting over Derrick from the Real World/Road Rules Challenge on MTV, I enjoy trying my hand in the kitchen. My family are genuine, "straight off the boat" It...

Sunday, August, 17, 2008

I saw the most beautiful man today.

Imagine hair as dark as the midnight sky, accented by shooting stars of curls. His frame was so tall and built that I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to get lost in his arms. No painting ever captured the imagination better than his face – a scenic picture of blue-sky eyes, chiseled-mountain cheekbones, and soft flower petals for lips. Up until today, I never believed in love at first sight, but I now stand corrected. In fact, if he wasn’t my parish’s new priest, I would have no other choice but to make him mine.

I wonder if lusting after a man of God is a one-way ticket to hell. Last Halloween, I was considering dressing up as a sexy nun, but I opted otherwise after realizing that the spiritual damage for such an act might be irreversible. Still, denying a costume is nothing compared to denying one’s pheromones. With that said, I’m prepared to say as many Hail Mary’s as necessary to avoid damnation for my sin, which (if I attend mass as regularly as I always do) I will never be able to shake.

Yes folks, this is truly a battle of the physical versus the spiritual. I was raised Catholic, and as such, I am well-bred in the understanding of why priests cannot marry. They must devote their entire beings to the church – body, mind, and soul. In short, they are married to the church. Still, there seems something so unnatural about it. If we truly are all God’s children, then why would He program us with such physical urges if He didn’t want us to fulfill them? I seriously doubt that any priest satisfied his entire career without temptation of the flesh.

At the very least, there should be a prerequisite for entering the priesthood prohibiting all applicants who are sexy. Not only is it unfair to all the single ladies in the congregation, but it also distracts from devotion. In fact, I’m embarrassed to admit that (while queued up to receive Communion from my new love) my primary focus was not on God, but rather on how my hair looked. I would be surprised to learn that I was the only woman at mass thinking along those same lines. If I was, then I am rightfully ashamed, but certainly not sorry.

This man must truly be something special. He has all the tools necessary to lead a healthy and active love life, and instead, he sacrificed it all for God. Does he not realize how beautiful he is? Does he not know that he could have any woman he wanted simply by saying the word? Does he not care? At the risk of sounding bold, I saw him looking at me while exiting mass, only to steal his glance as soon as our eyes met. Yes sweetie – you can only deny so much.

May God have mercy on my soul.