A priest was diligently preparing a man for his final journey into the unknown.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of incense.
The priest, with a solemn expression, leaned closer to the dying man, who lay weak and pale on the bed.
With a firm and commanding voice, the priest said, “Denounce the devil! Let him know how little you think of his evil ways!”
The dying man remained silent, his eyes closed, as if he were already halfway to the other side.
The priest, undeterred, repeated his command with even more urgency, “Denounce the devil! Show him that you reject his wickedness and embrace the light!”
Still, the dying man said nothing, his breathing shallow and labored.
Growing impatient, the priest asked, “Why do you refuse to denounce the devil and his evil deeds? Do you not wish to cleanse your soul before you depart this world?”
The dying man slowly opened his eyes and, with a faint whisper, replied, “Father, until I know where I’m heading, I don’t think it’s wise to aggravate anyone.”
