I went to confession after being away from the Church for 35 years. I can’t begin to describe how scary it was. It took numerous tries before I actually got into the confessional. In fact, the day I actually made my confession, I left for the church at the time confessions start (4:15 at my parish), saying to myself, “If there’s a long line I’m not going in” because there is ALWAYS a long line at our parish. So I drove over, ever so slowly, and when I got to the church I took a couple of minutes to build some courage. Then I walked in to the church, looking for that ever present long line and amazingly there was NO LINE AT ALL! I took this to mean that God was saying “Enough already! Get in there and do it! I’ll be right there with you.” So I went in, knees shaking.
The last time I had confessed, I was probably around 12 years old. And with such venial, trivial sins I used to get multiple Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s for penance. All I could think was that the priest was really going to rip in to me - not just for the length of time since my last confession, but for the horrible sins I had committed as an adult.
So I went in and knelt down, and started with shaky voice, “Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it’s been…” And stopped. I apologized to the priest, told him it had been a long time since I had done this. He was so kind, told me to take my time and just start when I was ready. So I took a deep breath and started over again. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it’s been 35 years since my last confession.” And the priest actually celebrated me back home! He actually said, a little on the loud side I thought, welcome home! And he praised God for bringing me back. He actually made me cry - lol.
He asked me how I found myself coming back to the church and we talked about the whole procrastination thing, and then he lead me through my confession when I told him I was unsure how to proceed. He suggested first we would go through my sins against God, then through my sins against my fellow human beings. It was very hard, especially getting to the part where I had to actually say the word sex to a priest. But I did it. And I survived!
It took me a little while to truly feel the forgiveness, but I found myself going back a few months down the road. And each time after, it got a little bit easier. I now try to go about once a month.
I’m sorry this was so long, but I wanted to share this with you so that you know, there are so many people who haven’t gone in a long time. You are not the only one. And you WILL be welcomed back.
God bless you and give you the strength and courage to do this.
