Go to confession. In all probability, the priest will welcome you back with at least figuratively open arms. Remember the story of the Prodigal Son?
Sure, it’s scary and embarrassing. The prodigal son was scared and embarrassed, too. But he also found himself wishing he could eat hog swill. That’s how satisfying sin is to those who are called to repentance–everything they are doing begins to look like hog swill (or if you’ve never seen hog swill, think dogpile.) That’s because they are really spiritually starving! He went back, asking to be treated as a servant, but his father welcomed him back with open arms, ordering the finest fat calf to be slaughtered for a feast of celebration, put a royal robe on the son who had been expecting that he might get a job at his father’s house, and a signet ring on his finger. Just about the only thing that didn’t happen is nobody did backflips and yelled, “Woot! Woot!” At least, we’re not TOLD that anyone did that, who knows, maybe someone did!
Big brother, the faithful one, was the only one who got snarfy in the situation, figuring that he “deserved” to at least have gotten a kid goat to celebrate with his friends once in awhile. He was already going to get an inheritance (kid brother, the prodigal, had run through his already, though.) Big Snarfy got told, “you are my beloved son, and everything I have is yours, but this brother of yours was dead and is now alive, was lost and is now found.”
Have you considered the story of the lost sheep and the lost coin? The shepherd didn’t go looking for the lost sheep and the housewife didn’t comb through the house for the coin because the sheep and the coin were “bad.” They did this because the sheep and the coin were valuable.
Every sinner (that would be all of us, by the way,) is valuable in the eyes of God, and as we are told, there is greater rejoicing over one who repents than ninety nine who have no need of repentance. So too, in the Church. You will be welcomed back and reassured, after a good confession, of your absolution as well as your rightful place in the Mystical Body of Christ.
I wouldn’t expect the priest to treat you to a grilled steak, though!
