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MissMichal
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I was going to Mass today, and was there quite early because I had the time wrong, so my son and I were kicking around in the vestibule while others waited for confession. I took out my little prayer book (which my MIL bought at the monastery and had blessed) with the intention of memorizing a prayer I don’t know by heart. As I was looking for it an older man asked me, “do they have people in there to help you do confession? I mean, it’s been fifty years.” I thought that was great! So, I gave him a short refresher and told him that Father would help him if he gets lost, then turned my prayer book to the page on confession and gave it to him. I have the highest hopes for this man and I was so glad to be a tiny part of his return to the sacraments…
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