This is a fictitious story of what oppression is. Let’s say a person goes to Mass on Holy Thursday every year. The one year she tries to go, the car breaks down. She takes it to the mechanic who tells her there is nothing he can find that can explain the car breaking down. Let’s imagine she tries the car again, and it starts up. While going to get gas, she accidentally hits a gas pump and everything bursts into flame. She goes to confession every other week but is often left with the thought that God doesn’t love her. She sounds like bad luck personified.
It doesn’t end there. Before her wedding day, her future husband dies in a plane crash. The relatives turn against her for some reason or other. Her health begins to fail.
The trouble is these things could just be caused by natural things. But, maybe not. There’s that little doubt somewhere. The standard reply to all this is that people always say, “Well, that’s life. Move on.” It may be true, but it may be a good thing for her to find some spiritual help, too.