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DrPiano
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Hey All,
Guess I just need a safe place to get this down, and maybe get a few comforting words.
My Parish, through the Grace of God, has the most opportunities for confession in the entire area. But, also through the Grace of God, those confessions are packed - at least the ones that I can currently get to. You have to get there before confession starts to even have a chance at getting yours heard - and even then there’s no guarantee.
About six months ago, I found myself in a situation where I needed confession. I went (early even, I think. Maybe it was right on time) and just before I could get to the front of the line, the head altar server said that confessions were over, so Father could prepare for Mass. I stayed for Mass that time and sobbed my way through the service. It was gut-wrenching to know I needed confession, that I couldn’t receive confession, and that on top of that, I couldn’t receive Jesus in the Eucharist.
So, I’ve been putting mine off for months. Until this week it was mostly a lot of venial sins - stuff that I could use a lot of help and grace in rooting out of my life. God had been laying on my heart a much bigger Sin that needed confessing, but I tried to rationalize it away - until this week. This week, I realized that I absolutely needed confession - and that I couldn’t let it wait any longer. My husband and I left early for a less-attended Mass, trying to get there before it started. And for reasons out of my control, we didn’t get there quite as early as I had hoped. I was the next in line to confess when the head server came up, asked if I was in line, and told me that I wouldn’t have an opportunity to go tonight.
I was heartbroken. I left the church, crying my eyes out and headed home. I’m planning to try again tomorrow, but it still hurts a lot. I don’t really blame anyone (although I really wish there were more opportunities)… except its a little hard for me to not yell at God right now. If that makes any sense. I finally listened to him, finally realized how badly I needed confession, and agreed to go, and now I can’t. It’s dumb, I know, but since its happened more than once, its hard for me to say He’s not just toying with me. (one of those tapes Satan likes to try to play in my head). And it just makes me ache inside.
Anyway, I guess that was more a rant than anything else. I just really had to get it out.
Guess I just need a safe place to get this down, and maybe get a few comforting words.
My Parish, through the Grace of God, has the most opportunities for confession in the entire area. But, also through the Grace of God, those confessions are packed - at least the ones that I can currently get to. You have to get there before confession starts to even have a chance at getting yours heard - and even then there’s no guarantee.
About six months ago, I found myself in a situation where I needed confession. I went (early even, I think. Maybe it was right on time) and just before I could get to the front of the line, the head altar server said that confessions were over, so Father could prepare for Mass. I stayed for Mass that time and sobbed my way through the service. It was gut-wrenching to know I needed confession, that I couldn’t receive confession, and that on top of that, I couldn’t receive Jesus in the Eucharist.
So, I’ve been putting mine off for months. Until this week it was mostly a lot of venial sins - stuff that I could use a lot of help and grace in rooting out of my life. God had been laying on my heart a much bigger Sin that needed confessing, but I tried to rationalize it away - until this week. This week, I realized that I absolutely needed confession - and that I couldn’t let it wait any longer. My husband and I left early for a less-attended Mass, trying to get there before it started. And for reasons out of my control, we didn’t get there quite as early as I had hoped. I was the next in line to confess when the head server came up, asked if I was in line, and told me that I wouldn’t have an opportunity to go tonight.
I was heartbroken. I left the church, crying my eyes out and headed home. I’m planning to try again tomorrow, but it still hurts a lot. I don’t really blame anyone (although I really wish there were more opportunities)… except its a little hard for me to not yell at God right now. If that makes any sense. I finally listened to him, finally realized how badly I needed confession, and agreed to go, and now I can’t. It’s dumb, I know, but since its happened more than once, its hard for me to say He’s not just toying with me. (one of those tapes Satan likes to try to play in my head). And it just makes me ache inside.
Anyway, I guess that was more a rant than anything else. I just really had to get it out.