Father, I Have Sinned



It was about a month ago when a woman in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so went to his priest.


“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I hid a refugee in my attic.”


“Well,” answered the priest, “that’s not a sin.”


“But I made him agree to pay me 20 Gulden for every week he stayed.”


“I admit that wasn’t good, but you did it for a good cause.”


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