The Adventures of Father Ignatius: by Victor S. E. Moubarak

UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST.

I'm losing my Faith.


Father Ignatius was in the Sacristy tidying up after morning’s Mass when one of his parishioners came in and asked if he could have a quick chat. Being quite approachable, the priest glanced quickly at his watch and agreed to spend a few minutes with the young man, in his mid-twenties.

“Father … I’m losing my Faith …” was the abrupt introduction.

Father Ignatius said nothing, encouraging the young man to continue with a nod. “I’ve been a Christian all my life, but there are times when I’m totally confused. I ask myself whether God really exists … whether it’s all real … or just some invention. I wonder whether God … Jesus and the whole of Christianity have just been invented over the years by society … just to regulate itself … I sometimes find it a real struggle to believe that God exists … but the more I try to believe the more I doubt.”

“I don’t blame you,” replied the priest, and this had the desired effect of gaining the young man’s full attention.

“We’re living in difficult times,” continued Father Ignatius, “times of confusion, half-truths and miss-information. The world is in financial crisis and turmoil. People are losing their jobs and their livelihoods. They fear for the future. Nothing seems as it should be. It is no wonder people get confused and don’t know what to believe anymore. And in their confusion and daily worries they can’t keep their focus on God. They hear and read so many conflicting stories they don’t know what to think anymore … to the point where they even start doubting God’s very existence.

"You’re not the only one who came to me recently saying what you’ve just said. That you doubt God exists.”

“Oh …” said the man.

“When the Jews left Egypt, they were confused too …” the priest went on, “they had left the relative safety of slavery behind them, where they were fed and watered, and here they were, going round in circles in the desert following a man promising them jam tomorrow … or was it milk and honey?”

The young man smiled.

“So they rebelled against Moses. They didn’t want to believe in His God, leading them to safety. Despite what they had seen that God did for them … dividing the sea so they could cross safely, sending food from Heaven and so on … they still doubted and rebelled. They were more interested in placing their Faith in a statue made of solid gold. At least this was something they could see and touch and admire!

“Years later we read in the Bible about other people doubting and in confusion … just as you feel right now.

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Comments

  1. the dialogue is so realistic and deep..I don't know if that's the word.. are you sure you are not a priest who actually had all theses conversations?!!! you're good Victor

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    1. Thank you so much Melanie for publishing this story here and for your kind compliment. I much appreciate your support and encouragement.

      I assure you I am not a priest. I'm just an ordinary man of little significance. But I have been priviledged in knowing some good priests; some sadly now departed. Father Ignatius, a fictitious character from my books, is based on a number of these priests. Also, a some of the short stories I write are based on real life events. I write them from a Fr Ignatius perspective and add what he would have said or done.

      I am very grateful to you Melanie for publishing the Father Ignatius stories here. I hope they are of help to some people. Today's story, I fear is rather too common in a troubled and confused world where we sometimes doubt the very existance of Our God.

      May Our Lord bless you and your family always.

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  2. Defintely enjoyed it. I thought it was a true story. Thank you both.

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    1. And there are hundreds more stories..look on Victor's blog for free downloads. I am posting a story every Tuesday here

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