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Mettermrck1
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Tonight I prayed myself into going to Mass and before that, Confession. I was happy for myself, proud that I had given in and overcome my sloth. I got there in the middle of the Saturday confession hour, sure I was early enough. I was wrong. There were too many people in line, each confession taking too long. I couldn’t receive absolution and thus the Eucharist (I’m in a grave state for missing Mass last week). Angry, I stormed off, not bothering to sit through Mass.
I’m ashamed for having done so, but I’m frustrated that being a few minutes late means being denied the Eucharist, despite all my intentions.
I’m ashamed for having done so, but I’m frustrated that being a few minutes late means being denied the Eucharist, despite all my intentions.