J
JoyToTheWhirled
Guest
I went to confession this evening, squeezed in a necessary visit in amongst the bonkers busyness of life, and as always, I was glad I did.
It occurred to me, as I waited for the bus home, what a profound thing it is to confess sins in this manner. We spend our lives trying to present the very best version of ourselves to others, and here we are in the confessional, saying out loud to someone we usually respect enormously, all the things we would rather hive away and pretend never happened.
But honestly, hearing the priest’s kind words, and receiving absolution is just the most astonishing, freeing vindication of this idea - a tangible reminder that God, who is infinitely admirable, hears our confession and receives us with kindness.
It occurred to me, as I waited for the bus home, what a profound thing it is to confess sins in this manner. We spend our lives trying to present the very best version of ourselves to others, and here we are in the confessional, saying out loud to someone we usually respect enormously, all the things we would rather hive away and pretend never happened.
But honestly, hearing the priest’s kind words, and receiving absolution is just the most astonishing, freeing vindication of this idea - a tangible reminder that God, who is infinitely admirable, hears our confession and receives us with kindness.