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spiritblows
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Dear Friends,
I’m utterly distraught. It’s been 4 months since I’ve been to confession. The last time I went here at my parish about 2 months ago the priest wasn’t there and I wasn’t able to confess. Since then I’ve been on a downward slide spiritually, I’ll spare you the details. Today I absolutely had to go to confession for some fairly serious matters.
I know if I don’t go to confession I’ll continue to slide. To me, sacramental confession is the greatest gift of the Church. Confession is like a lifesaver thrown to me in the turbulent waters of my life.
So, I decided to take no chances and I drove 35 minutes to the next town where I occasionally go to Church. There the confession time is 3:30 and I’ve been told that Fr S is a good confessor. So, I arrived on time. Finally he came and was puttering in the church, but didn’t go in the confessional. I was the only one there and hid in the cry room to see what would happen. I’m very shy about confession. I’m used to the priest waiting in the confessional. I could never approach a priest, then go to confession. I have several embarrassing things to confess. I need to go to confession!
Finally, I left, and made the 35 minute drive home, hoping that my priest would still be in the confessiona here. He cut back the timeframe of his confessions to starting at 4 PM until the last person leaves. There were people there, but then when I got in the church the light went out, because they were all saying their penances already. I was out of luck. I’m so distraught! I can’t deal with this, friends. I need to now wait until next week when I’ll make an over an hour drive to a big city in order to confess.
I’m utterly distraught. It’s been 4 months since I’ve been to confession. The last time I went here at my parish about 2 months ago the priest wasn’t there and I wasn’t able to confess. Since then I’ve been on a downward slide spiritually, I’ll spare you the details. Today I absolutely had to go to confession for some fairly serious matters.
I know if I don’t go to confession I’ll continue to slide. To me, sacramental confession is the greatest gift of the Church. Confession is like a lifesaver thrown to me in the turbulent waters of my life.
So, I decided to take no chances and I drove 35 minutes to the next town where I occasionally go to Church. There the confession time is 3:30 and I’ve been told that Fr S is a good confessor. So, I arrived on time. Finally he came and was puttering in the church, but didn’t go in the confessional. I was the only one there and hid in the cry room to see what would happen. I’m very shy about confession. I’m used to the priest waiting in the confessional. I could never approach a priest, then go to confession. I have several embarrassing things to confess. I need to go to confession!
Finally, I left, and made the 35 minute drive home, hoping that my priest would still be in the confessiona here. He cut back the timeframe of his confessions to starting at 4 PM until the last person leaves. There were people there, but then when I got in the church the light went out, because they were all saying their penances already. I was out of luck. I’m so distraught! I can’t deal with this, friends. I need to now wait until next week when I’ll make an over an hour drive to a big city in order to confess.
