If you suddenly realized you had taken poison and needed an antidote, would you take the same approach as you are to Confession, in getting medical help?
Would it make any sense to say, “Well, I know I have been poisoned, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take to kill me. But, I really don’t want to go to the hospital until Sunday. Sunday’s the day I would feel most comfortable in seeking medical help and an antidote.”?
Does that make any sense to you? And, yet, your eternal life rests in the balance. Every day, without exception, someone your age or younger dies suddenly, unexpectedly. A freak accident, car accident, undiagnosed heart disease, brain aneurysm, etc. They didn’t wake up that morning and say, “Well, today’s my last day. I’m going to die in a freak accident at 1pm. I guess I oughta swing by the Church and go to Confession after I have lunch so I can be ready.” They just get caught suddenly, unprepared.
If we live ready for judgement, we don’t have to try to scramble at the very last second to try to get ready. As the old saying goes, “A tree falls the way it leans.”
I would seek out Confession TODAY, my friend. TODAY. Because nobody promised you a tomorrow. Nobody.