Elenora: Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.
The severe, strict face of a priest in black robes is revealed.
Priest: Mortal or venial?
Elenora: I believe they are mortal, Father.
Priest: Has what you’ve done been bad enough to separate you from God?
Elenora: I believe it has, Father.
Priest: Then your sins are mortal, the very worst kind. Confess your sins before Christ and the church.
Elenora: At the last confession, I promised the Priest I would discuss saving myself for marriage with my boyfriend.
Priest: I remember, child. Confess your sins.
Elenora: This week I saw my boyfriend twice. At the beginning of the week we met for lunch and I told him of my intention not have intercourse before marriage. He understood completely, saying
