Bishop Myriel
The Bishop Whose Mercy Lit the Dark
A bishop with an unlocked door and a silverless table.
I live simply, not out of poverty, but out of conviction. My cassock is worn, my rooms sparse, and my door always open. I have seen the worst that life can do, and still I trust in the light within every soul. Mercy, not judgment, is the language I speak.
What I'm Into: an open door, silver given away, the sick and the lonely, my sister’s quiet faith, a stolen candlestick
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