by Diogenes Ruiz | Jan 9, 2019 | Books, News
A RABBIT’S TALE–AN EASTER STORY, by Diogenes Ruiz, opens with a scene where Monty, the new boy on Juan Arias’s block deposits a mouthful of spit in the Arias family’s mailbox. The two neighbor boys couldn’t be more different. Although they both were in the 5th grade, Juan tries his best to ignore Monty because he secretly thinks the new kid is slightly crazy. Or possibly from another planet. Juan wants nothing to do with him, which is a great plot idea for a book of this kind. Twenty-five years later, Monty is working at his father’s business and tries to poison his father so he can gain full control of the company. The company where Juan works is involved in a project with Monty’s company, etc. It is impossible to say too much about this excellent novel in a limited amount of words other than it is well written and well worth reading. The comedy is great and the characters are well-defined…I do highly recommend this book.
– Judge, 26th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards
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by Diogenes Ruiz | Apr 19, 2018 | Books, Excerpt, Prequel
I remained calm in spite of my desire to slam demon waiter’s face against the counter. “I think you are mistaken. Where two or more are gathered in God’s name… well, that’s a church. So, yes, this is a pizzeria, and, for the moment a church. Now, take your hand off my arm.”
Demon waiter released my arm. I went to the register to pay for my pizza. Joe stood at the register trying to hold back a smile. He looked at me and did a little wave of his hand. “Not necessary Father, it’s on the house.”
I returned the smile. “Thank you, but that’s not necessary.”
Joe continued smiling and doing his little wave. “Si Father, it is on the house. You have a good night.”
“I shook the pizza maker’s hand. “Thank you, Joe. That is very kind.”
Clare was busy drying her hair and clothes with napkins. As she looked at me, I noticed the absence of the dark blotches previously all over her face. She looked different. She looked hopeful. We stepped outside the restaurant together. “Sorry about the water. It’s part of the sacrament of baptism. It symbolizes the washing away of your sins. If you stick with this and come to church and read the bible, you’ll learn all about it.”
She pulled my arm down as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not sure what the future holds, but for the first time in my life I feel like there may be hope for me.”
“Let me be the first to welcome you to your new life as a Christian.” I took hold of her hand and shook it. “If you come by the friary tomorrow, I’ll have a bible for you as a welcome gift. The Franciscan friary is just three blocks up the street.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks.” She turned, waved, and walked up the street in the opposite direction of the friary.
***
When I arrived at the friary, I stopped at the storage closet and selected one of the bibles. As I closed the closet door, Fr. Manuel greeted me. “How was your pizza?”
“It was great. Maybe next time I’ll try a calzone.”
“Hmm, that sounds good.” He rubbed his stomach. “Maybe, I’ll come with you.”
“Goodnight, Fr. Manuel.”
“Oh, Oliver, with everything going on today, I forgot to congratulate you on your ordination.” He reached out and shook my hand. “Congratulations, you will make a fine priest. We are lucky to have you.” His expression turned serious for a moment. “But you must take extra care with the female members of the congregation, you being such a strapping fellow and all. You must avoid temptation.”
“Thank you, Yes, Sir. I’m excited about what lies ahead.”
Just then, Fr. Wayne stepped into the room. “Oliver, there’s a pretty young woman downstairs who says you have something for her. She says she’s sorry, but she just couldn’t wait.”
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I hope you enjoyed “Ordination Day.” Order a copy of “Persistent Evil” and follow Fr. Oliver as he confronts evil, unlike anything he could imagine.
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by Diogenes Ruiz | Apr 18, 2018 | Books, Excerpt, Prequel
I could not suppress a smile. “No, it won’t hurt. I’ll have to ask you a few questions and take your confession before I can baptize you. Are you OK with that?”
She nodded. Some of the customers were now bending an ear to listen to what the crazy priest was saying to the pretty young woman.
I looked into her eyes and asked. “Clare, are you sorry for your sins? For things you have done in the past which may have hurt others or otherwise not been acceptable to God?”
She nodded.
“You have to say it with your mouth, Clare.”
She nodded again. “Yes, I am sorry for all the awful shit I’ve done during my wretched life and for everyone I’ve hurt. For the baby I kil…” She began to weep as she spoke. “For the baby I killed.” She continued to sob. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I traced the sign of the cross on her forehead. Then I realized I did not have water, so I grabbed the glass of water from one of the patrons. “Excuse me,” I said to the man at the nearest table.
“Hey!”
I traced the sign of the cross on Clare’s forehead. “Your sins are forgiven. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.” As I lifted the glass to pour water over her head. I realized, I did not know her last name.
“What is your last name Clare?”
“McLamb,” she whispered.
I lifted the glass and poured the water on her head. “I claim you for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.”
I put down the glass just as demon waiter rushed up to me and grabbed my arm. “You can’t do that! What do you think this is, a church?”
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by Diogenes Ruiz | Apr 17, 2018 | Books, Excerpt, Prequel
I laughed again and it made her jump. “Sorry, but it sure does sound like that? I never thought of it that way… No, what I’m talking about does not wear off.”
“Sorry, Oliver, but there is no way I’m going to go off the deep end like your crazy Francis and Clare. I like my possessions.”
I chuckled. “That won’t be necessary. A life of self-imposed poverty is not for everyone.”
She looked at me and for a split moment, I thought I caught a glimpse of hope in her eye. “What then? What are you telling me to do?”
“It’s simple, Clare, just two things. It’s almost too simple but I promise you things will get better if you do them.”
“I’m listening.”
“Here, give me your hand.”
Reluctantly, she placed her hand on mine. “Be thankful for what you do have and be open, allow God into your life. That’s all.”
She said nothing for a few moments. I could see tears pooling in her eyes. “I’ve done a lot of crazy shit. If there is a God, He might not be interested in the likes of me.”
“Oh, He’s interested all right. I can promise you that. You and I meeting was no accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you about it some time. Were you ever baptized as a child?”
She shook her head. “No, my family was not religious.”
“It’s pretty simple and it’s a sacrament that claims you for Christ. It’s an important step in accepting God into your life. When you are ready, I would be happy to do it.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” She looked at her watch, got up from her stool and walked over to the cashier. Before heading out she came back and said, “Do it now.”
“Do what now?” I asked.
“Baptize me. You said it was simple. Go ahead and do it now.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to her request. “Well, typically I would do this at church.”
“I don’t want to wait that long. Do it now.”
“But, I have to…”
“Look, if you don’t do it now. I’ll probably never get around to asking you to do it.”
I sat for a moment then asked her to sit down.
She took her seat again. “Will this hurt?”
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by Diogenes Ruiz | Apr 16, 2018 | Books, Excerpt, Prequel
She turned to me, her piercing green eyes surrounded by the dark blotch all over her face. “Don’t you ever watch the news? People killing each other, idiots running the country, greed, simply trying to survive, men who can’t commit to anything except beer. All the good men are taken, the rest are gay, or unavailable because they’re priests or some such crap. Then there’s the past due rent, stress from all the BS at work, the abortion which you live with every day of your life, the guilt, the feeling of hopelessness and loneliness, the successful sister who has it all and thinks you’re a loser. I can go on. It just makes you want to stuff your face with a calzone followed by a gallon of rocky road ice cream, or better yet, to check out altogether. Today it’s the calzone, tomorrow – who knows.”
I paused and gave her my full attention. “Blessed be You, O God, for having created me.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asked.
“One of the reasons I became a priest is because I’ve always been inspired by Francis of Assisi. If he were alive today, he’d be locked up and labeled crazy. He walked away from a life of riches and luxury and embraced a life of poverty and devotion to God. I think he may have been the happiest man on the planet at the time. There were others with wealth who wanted that kind of joy. Some wound up giving all their stuff away, land, money, you name it and joined Francis.”
“Yeah, so, he was crazy. So were those rich guys.”
There was a woman who decided to follow Francis and left everything including a proposal of marriage from a rich man. Her name was Clare. She was an inspiration to many other women of her time and they joined her. She lived in poverty and did manual labor. I do mean poverty. She had nothing. The last thing she uttered before she died was “Blessed be You, O God, for having created me.”
“So, what does that have to do with me? Just because we have the same name doesn’t mean squat, and it certainly doesn’t make me a saint.”
“No, it doesn’t. But aren’t you the least bit curious how someone with absolutely no possessions, no conveniences, no mate, doing manual labor, the subject of constant criticism could be so happy as to utter those words on her deathbed? By comparison, you are wealthy, you can afford the calzone you just ate and a gallon of rocky road ice cream if you wanted it. You have an iPhone, access to wifi, and you probably own some jewelry like the necklace and earrings you’re wearing right now.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess she was crazy too.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t you want a little bit of that crazy? To feel such utter joy, even with nothing? I wanted that kind of crazy. Don’t you want just a little bit of that feeling? A feeling no one can take from you?
“Now you sound like a pusher. You’re not trying to sell me drugs are you?”
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