A Divine Advocate

One of my favorite things about working for the spirits is the act of standing before the spirit on someone’s account.

It is sweet—to light a candle and speak to the spirit of someone’s troubles, to plead their case. I am doing this not necessarily because I bear the person any particular love, and in fact sometimes I don’t even like the person. Sometimes I don’t know them, either. Instead, I am taking up the mantle of advocate for someone because the spirit loves them and sent me to do it. I am pleading for their life, their health, their well being, their growth.

A priest is, fundamentally, an advocate for the spirit. The spirit of the person you’re working on, the spirits for whom you are working, the person’s spirits. A divine lawyer, if you will, but a lawyer in a court which is fundamentally predisposed to aid the person, though that aid may not feel very nice. There is no accuser in this court. You’re free to accuse yourself, but we have no prosecutors, only advocates.

I am profoundly happy with that role. It is no doubt going to be a lot less enjoyable on occasion, but at least right now it is a source of profound joy.

If you are reading this and I am ever called to petition for you, please know that advocating for you will fill me with satisfaction and even joy, which sometimes does not look pleasant.

I will take you up to the best of my ability. At 1 pm. At 3 am. Awoken in the night to stumble, in my nightgown, to the altar. In jail, in the hospital, in the mental hospital, at work, wherever you are, I will represent you diligently.

I might bitch a little to myself, but you’ll have to spot me that.