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GladTidings
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This is what happened: I went to the marina to work on my boat Sunday. I meant to go to late mass since the town where the marina is located is a very catholic town, but alas, I didn’t. And yes, I have said an act of contrition and will go to confession probably tomorrow.
Anyway, this week I’ve noticed something different. Usually, at home and at work I praise God by whistling hymns. My co-workers love to hear me whistle, I tell myself. The problem is that now the music won’t play. My whistler is broken. I can’t get the melody right. Ironically, not even, “Lamb of God…” is within reach.
Unless my critical thinkerizing device is also broken, this is the first time I have been able to not only intellectually know I am in mortal sin, but it can be measured by something missing in my life.
Has this ever happened to you? Has your conscience developed to the point where you are able to notice something different when in mortal sin?
Anyway, this week I’ve noticed something different. Usually, at home and at work I praise God by whistling hymns. My co-workers love to hear me whistle, I tell myself. The problem is that now the music won’t play. My whistler is broken. I can’t get the melody right. Ironically, not even, “Lamb of God…” is within reach.
Unless my critical thinkerizing device is also broken, this is the first time I have been able to not only intellectually know I am in mortal sin, but it can be measured by something missing in my life.
Has this ever happened to you? Has your conscience developed to the point where you are able to notice something different when in mortal sin?