Centuries past, a brown robed monk, travel worn and a bit shabby, slowly makes his way into a small, medieval German village. Seeing the monk over a fence of sticks, a villager rushes out while scrabbling in a small bag of coins. With a whisper, the villager pleads, “It’s my mother… I can’t stand the thought of her suffering in Purgatory…”
The monk makes reassuring noises while holding out a box into which the villager drops all the coins she can spare, assured that these coins will speed her mother’s eventual entry into Heaven.
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