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RSulli
Guest
Confession in my town is a conundrum.
It was Saterday, three months since my last confession, and needless to say I was thinking it was time to go. But it was also time to do some much needed shopping with my wife of 49 years. Shopping ran long, it was hot as heck, patience was at a premium and by the time we pulled into the driveway and began unloading the “stuff” confession was beginning to take a back seat to creature comforts and the ball game.
But then I began thinking of my life for the last three months. Good sense won out.
I stepped into the church and there was a line all around the back of St. Judes and Mass was a scant 45 minutes away. I asked the usher if he thought that the line would outlive the beginning of the Mass. He said probably but it always depends of the length of the individuals confessions and proceedes to tell me this story.
A parishoner asked him “may I go ahead of the line. My hip is bothering me and besides I only have a few sins to confess” He told me, without devulging an identity of course, the confession lasted 15 minutes. The bottom line being I was too late.
Gods graces are given in abundance and we only have to do the work. And work I did and began driving to another church five minutes away. Thats a lot of work for the lame and lazy.
I entered the church and discovered a line of-let me see-two people.
It was Saterday, three months since my last confession, and needless to say I was thinking it was time to go. But it was also time to do some much needed shopping with my wife of 49 years. Shopping ran long, it was hot as heck, patience was at a premium and by the time we pulled into the driveway and began unloading the “stuff” confession was beginning to take a back seat to creature comforts and the ball game.
But then I began thinking of my life for the last three months. Good sense won out.
I stepped into the church and there was a line all around the back of St. Judes and Mass was a scant 45 minutes away. I asked the usher if he thought that the line would outlive the beginning of the Mass. He said probably but it always depends of the length of the individuals confessions and proceedes to tell me this story.
A parishoner asked him “may I go ahead of the line. My hip is bothering me and besides I only have a few sins to confess” He told me, without devulging an identity of course, the confession lasted 15 minutes. The bottom line being I was too late.
Gods graces are given in abundance and we only have to do the work. And work I did and began driving to another church five minutes away. Thats a lot of work for the lame and lazy.
I entered the church and discovered a line of-let me see-two people.