Rafe had always been a clean-cut kid – throughout middle school, high school, even college, his adventures with illicit substances had been minimal. It wasn’t because of any moral compunction. In some cases, he was simply too involved in his interest du jour to really notice there were other things to do. At other times, he was interested, but simply too shy. In this manner, he’d come to adulthood, to the priesthood, even, surprisingly inexperienced.
It probably hadn’t helped his eventual crisis of faith, either. There was resentment, of course, but he also had the overwhelming feeling that he simply wasn’t equipped to help his congregation. One didn’t necessarily have to be a sinner to help other sinners, but at least some knowledge of sin went a long way.