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An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of
Montecassino went to the local church for confession.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, "Father ... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic."
The priest replied, "That was a wonderful thing you
did, my son! And you have no need to confess that."
"There is more to tell, Father. She started to repay me
with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays."
The priest said, "By doing that, you placed yourselves
in great danger. However, two people under those
circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness
of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your
actions, you are indeed forgiven."
"Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind.
But I do have one more question."
"And what is that, my son?" asked the priest.
"Should I tell her the war is over?"
Montecassino went to the local church for confession.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, "Father ... During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic."
The priest replied, "That was a wonderful thing you
did, my son! And you have no need to confess that."
"There is more to tell, Father. She started to repay me
with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays."
The priest said, "By doing that, you placed yourselves
in great danger. However, two people under those
circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness
of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your
actions, you are indeed forgiven."
"Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind.
But I do have one more question."
"And what is that, my son?" asked the priest.
"Should I tell her the war is over?"