This is the sermon I think Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale would give if he could. I tried to write it in a language style like the Puritan’s so please don’t judge me if it didn’t come across that way. I choose a pulpit in this post because its simplicity reminded me of a Puritan setting. This image is from weebly.com.
My Dearest Parishioners: today I confess. I have fallen away from the Lord in a way so disgraceful I plead day after day for undeserved condonation. “I, whom you behold in these black garments of the priesthood- I who ascend the sacred desk and turn my pale face heavenward, taking upon myself to hold communion, in your behalf, with the Most High Omniscience- I whose daily life you discern the sanctity of Enoch-I, whose footsteps, as you suppose, leave a gleam along my earthly track, whereby the pilgrims that shall come after me may be guided to the regions of the blest-I who have laid the hand of baptism upon your children-I, who have breathed the parting prayer over your dying friends, to whom the Amen sounded faintly from a world which they had quitted-I your pastor, whom you so reverence and trust, am utterly a pollution and a lie!” I have known a woman, a married woman. I have known her as I never should have! I betrayed my pulpit and my flock. Oh, my flock, I do not ask your forgiveness as I do not deserve it I wish only that you knew the truth of the heavily flawed and burdened man I am. I also wish to tell you that still I love God, with mine entire being and soul. I love thee more than life itself, even with my undeserving soul. I have turned from God but I still love thee, and you can too. Whilst my horrendous sin may not be forgiven yours can be, rejoice! Rejoice! You shall be saved, for your sin cannot out-weigh mine. I take full responsibility for the atrocity and welcome all blame upon my shoulders like an ox laden heavy with a yoke of sin.
My Dearest Parishioners: today I confess. I have fallen away from the Lord in a way so disgraceful I plead day after day for undeserved condonation. “I, whom you behold in these black garments of the priesthood- I who ascend the sacred desk and turn my pale face heavenward, taking upon myself to hold communion, in your behalf, with the Most High Omniscience- I whose daily life you discern the sanctity of Enoch-I, whose footsteps, as you suppose, leave a gleam along my earthly track, whereby the pilgrims that shall come after me may be guided to the regions of the blest-I who have laid the hand of baptism upon your children-I, who have breathed the parting prayer over your dying friends, to whom the Amen sounded faintly from a world which they had quitted-I your pastor, whom you so reverence and trust, am utterly a pollution and a lie!” I have known a woman, a married woman. I have known her as I never should have! I betrayed my pulpit and my flock. Oh, my flock, I do not ask your forgiveness as I do not deserve it I wish only that you knew the truth of the heavily flawed and burdened man I am. I also wish to tell you that still I love God, with mine entire being and soul. I love thee more than life itself, even with my undeserving soul. I have turned from God but I still love thee, and you can too. Whilst my horrendous sin may not be forgiven yours can be, rejoice! Rejoice! You shall be saved, for your sin cannot out-weigh mine. I take full responsibility for the atrocity and welcome all blame upon my shoulders like an ox laden heavy with a yoke of sin.
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