#phineas3

Finn was kneeling behind his desk, his crucifix necklace clasped between his hands. It had been almost 12 years since he first started realizing his homosexual urges, but, knowing that they were simply sent by God to test his faith, he had been able to stave them off by kneeling to pray whenever his thoughts went into sinful territory. However, after more than a decade of this, his urges were finally getting the better of him and even his ritual of praying once every two hours was seeming to not be enough.

“Dear, God, I come to you again...” he said softly, his head bowed; this was the fourth or fifth sinful thought he had had today and it was barely lunchtime, “I have been trying so hard to do your will, Lord, but this is simply becoming too much... I know that 1 Corinthians states that you will not allow me to be tempted beyond what I am able. I’ve read and re-read the passage, Lord, but my thoughts continue to be impure... All I ask is you send someone to fix me, Lord. I can’t co--” Finn was interrupted by the sound of his office door opening, instinctively shooting up from his kneeling position in surprise. 

“H, Hi there!” he stammered out, unable to hide how caught off guard he was. “Uh... what can I do you for?”