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A couple things have been weighing on my mind, so I decided to go to confession today. The only place around that holds weekday confession after I get off work is the cathedral downtown. Downtown parking sucks; I used a spot on the street with a meter, instead of the more expensive garage. No big deal, under a buck for the hour because the previous “parker” left with 20 minutes on the clock.
In confession, the priest told me that the things I was worrying about weren’t necessarily sins. Nevertheless, I did have other sins and so I was absolved.
Walking out, I looked down and there was a dollar on the ground. I had put a dollar in my job’s pop machine just so I’d have the change for the meter.
I picked it up, started crying, because I truly felt it was God showing his appreciation for my heartfelt confession. I stuck it in my pocket and started walking to my truck. I got by the St. John statue outside, stopped and thought, “what EDIT am I doing.”
So I turned around and went back into the cathedral, over to the Mary shrine, lit a votive candle and put the dollar in the offertory box.
So mysterious.
In confession, the priest told me that the things I was worrying about weren’t necessarily sins. Nevertheless, I did have other sins and so I was absolved.
Walking out, I looked down and there was a dollar on the ground. I had put a dollar in my job’s pop machine just so I’d have the change for the meter.
I picked it up, started crying, because I truly felt it was God showing his appreciation for my heartfelt confession. I stuck it in my pocket and started walking to my truck. I got by the St. John statue outside, stopped and thought, “what EDIT am I doing.”
So I turned around and went back into the cathedral, over to the Mary shrine, lit a votive candle and put the dollar in the offertory box.
So mysterious.
