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HonoraDominum
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Just because going to a regular confessor turns the “anonymous” confession into something more personal does not mean that things will be awkward outside of the confessional. My confessor and I talk about things in the confessional that are never mentioned outside of those walls, and rarely do things that are going on in the parish or with our relationship outside of the confessional mentioned while I am in there. It’s kind of hard to keep up the appearance of anonymity when I hear the absolution in Latin and hear “Latin latin latin latin latin, [my name] latin latin latin latin.”
But the fact that we are able to maintain that confidence within the booth has given me the courage to say the hard, awkward, embarrassing, and sometimes downright nasty things that need to be said.
When I kneel in the confessional, I open my heart to God - the priest is only the intermediary. In my examination before confession, I beg for the grace to have the light to honestly confess all of my shortcomings, and the grace for my confessor to speak with the light of God’s grace to help me progress in my walk towards holiness. I’m not in there to shame myself or to feel bad, I’m in there to be bathed in the blood of Christ, so that I can be true friends with God again.
I like to think of it like this: I don’t do anything terribly offensive to my husband. I don’t cheat on him, or hit him, or steal from him. But I often get cranky for no good reason, or I get neglectful of my vocational duties like cleaning the house, or I give attention to things rather than pay attention to him. I could just go to a friend’s house and eat Ben & Jerry’s and complain about life and completely neglect to mention that maybe I had a part in the problems, but at the end of the day, I realize it’s better to own up to my own mistakes. I go up to him and apologize, and he gives me a hug and accepts my apologies and tells me he loves me. Confession is very much like that for me. I don’t blaspheme or steal or commit acts of a grievous nature. But I often am not as sincere in my prayers as I should be, or am not as charitable to my co-workers as I should be, or didn’t prepare for my day of rest on Saturday and end up shopping on Sunday. I could just make excuses or refuse to admit that I have these faults that, while not huge, are affecting my relationship with God. But instead, I go into the confessional to apologize, to admit that I realize that I have these faults, and to beg His forgiveness for my neglect and ingratitude. And in the absolution, my slate is wiped clean, I am again right with my God.
When I kneel in the confessional, I open my heart to God - the priest is only the intermediary. In my examination before confession, I beg for the grace to have the light to honestly confess all of my shortcomings, and the grace for my confessor to speak with the light of God’s grace to help me progress in my walk towards holiness. I’m not in there to shame myself or to feel bad, I’m in there to be bathed in the blood of Christ, so that I can be true friends with God again.
I like to think of it like this: I don’t do anything terribly offensive to my husband. I don’t cheat on him, or hit him, or steal from him. But I often get cranky for no good reason, or I get neglectful of my vocational duties like cleaning the house, or I give attention to things rather than pay attention to him. I could just go to a friend’s house and eat Ben & Jerry’s and complain about life and completely neglect to mention that maybe I had a part in the problems, but at the end of the day, I realize it’s better to own up to my own mistakes. I go up to him and apologize, and he gives me a hug and accepts my apologies and tells me he loves me. Confession is very much like that for me. I don’t blaspheme or steal or commit acts of a grievous nature. But I often am not as sincere in my prayers as I should be, or am not as charitable to my co-workers as I should be, or didn’t prepare for my day of rest on Saturday and end up shopping on Sunday. I could just make excuses or refuse to admit that I have these faults that, while not huge, are affecting my relationship with God. But instead, I go into the confessional to apologize, to admit that I realize that I have these faults, and to beg His forgiveness for my neglect and ingratitude. And in the absolution, my slate is wiped clean, I am again right with my God.