It was a maloprism – nothing more than an honest mistake, I must have misheard the minister the first time he said it. It was only for a few years, your Holiness, until I was old enough to read, to see your name in print – to think to myself “All this time I was wrong.” Just seems to me like a bit of overkill – if you don’t mind me sayin’ so, your Grace – it seems like overkill, to haul me low across those eternally blazing coals, just for a slip of the tongue. I never meant to break any of your rules – well maybe once or twice, me Lord – never meant to break any of the big ones in any case. That’s not blood on my hands, I am clean, clean of the sins of Earth!
I now know it’s the First Commandment, “Take no other God than me!” but in all honesty it was an accident – I misheard the priest, he never corrected me, he was not diligent enough, not experienced enough to nuture and protect my soul! My Ma and P never tried to correct me either.They were the adults – I guess they thought it was closer to cuteness than to heresy. I didn’t mean to blaspheme, I thought it was your name! Everytime I whispered my prayers at night it must have grated against your ears; whenever you heard my little voice raised in prayer I was breaking the first and foremost of your laws!
Whenever you heard me whisper that amateur’s mistake, “Glory to Todd in the highest…”
This week’s story came to mind thanks to a conversation between @consigliere82 and myself. I misheard him saying “For God’s sake!” I used this week’s Trifectaprompt: Clean, free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind, fromBeKindRewrite‘s prompts All This Time I was Wrong; and That’s Not Blood. I also used this week’s3WordWednesdayprompts: Amateur, Diligent, and Nurture.