Ursula impatiently did her work, looking for an opportunity to speak with the priest. As noon arrived, she finally spotted him during leisure hour. It was less than ideal, but she had to tell him.
Glancing at the prisoners and guards milling around, she approached him and said, “Guten Tag, Pfarrer Bernau, isn’t it an awful day today?”
Guten TagHe didn’t seem surprised, perhaps he’d already received the horrible news. “I know, Frau Hermann, I know. But we must have faith in God. You are invited to join the Mass in our church and go to confession.”
Ursula nodded, not sure what he wanted her to do.
“So, I’ll see you on Sunday in church for confession?” he clarified.
She nodded her understanding. “Yes, Father.”
Sunday, that was three days from now. Hopefully by then, he’d have another pl
