Paris Blues:
I think the main reason why I can get so darn scrupulous is because I’m recieving the MOST SACRED Eucharist and taking the Eucharist with sin on my soul is the LAST THING I want to do.
I’d rather burn in Hell than to recieve the Eucharist with sin on my soul.
THAT’S WHY!!!
Paris, I’m not a Catholic anymore, but please read this anyway.
I’m worried about you.
I used to be Catholic, and I remember feeling the same way. All it did was drive me farther away. It didn’t bring me closer to God at all. I want you to imagine something, it might help.
Let’s pretend that you and I are friends. One day, for no reason, I turn on you. I do all sorts of nasty, despicable things that make you ragingly, furiously angry. I mean I’m really, really terrible, and on top of all of the hideously mean things I say, I call you fat.
But later I realize what a total idiot I’ve been, I realize what a truly fanatastic friend you’ve been, and I go and beg for your forgiveness. I lay it on the line, and let you know that I am willing to go to any lengths to make things right, that I am truly sorry for what I’ve done, and I will dedicate myself to making sure that I don’t offend you ever again. I tell you the exact nature of what I did wrong, and I search my soul to find out why I did it, and how I can prevent going down that road again. I’m truly sincere in my apology. But I forget that I called you fat, the only thing I forgot. I’m so anxious to make things right with you that I go to you twice to make sure I’ve got it all. I repeat things, just so you’ll know, but for some reason that comment slips my mind.
I’m going to go out on a limb, and assume you’ll forgive me. I really am sorry after all, and I’m really going to try and be an even better friend to you, and deep down, you really do like me. So let’s assume you forgive me. To show me that we are once again friends, you tell invite me over to dinner. (Thanks, I accept.

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Oops, I just remembered the comment. Oh my word, you must HATE me. Do you really want me to cancel on dinner? Do you want me to move farther away from you until I get a chance to mention it? Haven’t you already forgiven me? Sure you didn’t specifically tell me that you forgave me for that one comment, but you told me you forgave me for all of it.
Do you really want me to pull away? Do you really want me to
severe all ties with you for all eternity?!? Hell, if I understand it correctly is total and eternal separation with God. Do you think, the God who loves you will be HAPPY with that? You don’t think that he would rather that you came, ate, shared with Him, and mentioned it the next time you saw him? An “Oh yeah, I forgot, I meant to apologize for this too.”
You’ve told Him you were sorry, he told you he forgave you, what else do you need to hear?
As I’ve said before, I’m not Catholic, I’m not even a believer anymore (although after writing all that about God, it’s a little harder to not believe in Him) but I find it hard to believe that God would be less understanding, or forgiving than I am, and
I would never hold it against you that you forgot to mention one thing. Not if you were sincere about everything else. So I can’t imagine God would either.
Ever