Spooked

"Wait a minute, I have something to show you," Roger said, running into the house. He returned with color prints of his attic insulation. "Do you see the Virgin Mary and the Christ child?" My husband and I studied the photo. Roger started pointing. "There's the eye and the nose and the child's pointing hand."
"I think I see a lamb," I said, trying to be helpful. He showed us the next photo and the next.
"How about here, do you see her face, eyes, nose, ear?"

"It all started when I heard a crash years ago. I was sitting right there," he said, pointing to his house door. "I ran over and the smoke was thick and black. The car had smashed into the stone wall of the church. If you look you can still see the crack where it happened. As the car was burning one man ran out of the car and I asked him 'Is everybody out?' 'No, there's another man inside.' The man was trapped inside! I covered my mouth and nose with my shirt, and I helped him move his leg and got him out. Then I glanced over and noticed his collar. He was a priest," Roger said. "Ever since then I've had visions and strange things happen."

"Do you know who the priest was?" I asked. "No," he said, "but Father Dennis told me the priest died 11 years ago on the anniversary of 9/11. On that day I had seen a heart light up in the dark. I think God and the dead priest are speaking to me," he said.

We know Roger from walking Lily by his house over the years and have spoken to him before. Yesterday there was an urgency to his stories. He seemed agitated and scared. "I've seen the devil" he told us, "and I know nobody can see God but I've seen him too."

"Father Dennis told me after the crash that God had inscribed me in the big book," Roger said.
"I think you should go see him again," I said. "I didn't grow up with any spiritual training, but I think he is an amazing priest."
"Me neither, I didn't grow up with religion. I don't belong to the church." Roger said. "I listen to a preacher on the radio, but I feel funny going to the church. Spooky things happen to me in the church. One time I was about to taste the bread and wine and the thing you kneel on came down by itself, blocking me. I even examined it closely to see if there was a mechanical device operating it from somewhere," he said smiling. "But there wasn't."
"It's okay," I said. "Father Dennis cares about the people in the neighborhood. He truly gets it. Go talk to him! We are lucky he is right here!"