Christian Cave

Have you ever encountered something mysterious? Well, I have. Let me tell you about it:

I was playing left field in a baseball tournament, and someone hit the ball in my direction: it soared over my head, so I went running after it. The ball landed so far away that, once I reached it and picked it up, I turned around to look for a teammate to throw it to, but I couldn’t even see the ballfield; for I had traveled far out into the weeds. 

Nearby was a stream, which I accidentally fell into. Then, once I managed to climb out, I looked up and noticed a cave carved into the mountainside. So I entered, and, as soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I gasped; for there was a robed priest standing at the back, in stillness and silence. I thought it might be a corpse, until I heard the man speak: “Welcome to the Cave of Christ. Would you like to confess your sins?” 

So, after a hasty confession, I sprinted back to the ballgame. When I told my teammates what had happened, they refused to believe me — they said that I was lying, or that the whole thing was a dream. But, to this day, I vehemently deny that this encounter was a fantasy. The only thing I remain unsure about is how accurate my memory is of the priest’s behavior; for this aspect of my experience was too disturbing to recall with clarity.