Continuing . . .
Also, since I didn’t go to confession at my home parish, I found myself also not frequently going to Sunday mass at my home parish. The three Sundays I can remember going to mass for at my home parish was Corpus Christi Sunday, Holy Trinity Sunday, and Fathers Day. The rest of the time, I usually went to the one with the more confession opps. I can only remember one Sunday when I went to the other because I was in that part of town. It finally took a turn for the worst when I started going to churches asking for abrupt confessions, although I knew and understood that parish priests were busy and had other things to do besides hearing overly-scrupulous people’s confessions. I was talking to a priest about the “validity” of a penance, and then we started talking about my urge to go to confession when the church didn’t offer it. We had a discussion on how confession is a SERIOUS thing, and how if you can’t stay in the state of grace for at least one week after confession, where is your contrition? A priest once told me in the confessional “someone can slip on a banana peel once, but if they make the same mistake over and over again, you begin to wonder”. That’s what was happening to me. I grew absolutely tired of this cycle I was in. I knew it was leading to a nightmare. I finally decided that I would have to go to my parish for confession sometime, so I decided to do it that Saturday. The associate pastor had been replaced, because he was moved by the diocese to be a retreat center chaplain. This one was different, so I saw the opprotunity to be absolutely open and bare my soul to him. The first thing he said after I confessed my sins was “that was a good confession”. “That was a good confession.” The words kept playing in my mind, and after a second or too, a smile spread accross my face for the first time in a long time in confession. He let me know that my confession was a good confession. It made me feel 100 times better. TODAY WAS THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS THAT I SPACED AT LEAST A WEEK BETWEEN TWO OF MY CONFESSIONS!!! Can you believe it? All it took was standing in the mercy of God, the morale boost that the priest gave, and finally STAYING AT MY HOME PARISH! When you first start going to confession, and they tell you “if you’re struggling with a sin, keep going to the same priest about it”, do you listen. Well, I didn’t. I was a flop who went from priest to priest and I couldn’t get it to leave, this thing like an itch on my back that I couldn’t reach. It was bothering me, but I realized that I don’t need to go to confession all the time! I don’t need to go for every little thing! That was a real step forward. I’m now working on not going to confession unless it’s at my home parish which only offers it on Saturdays, accept for maybe Advent, and definitely Lent. That way, I can place a distinguishable week or two weeks between my confessions and not have to say sheepishly “it’s been (blank) days since my last confession”. It you, or anyone else is having problems with this, tell them about this and let them know that there is a way to solve the problem: facing your biggest fear, no matter what it may be. :thumbsup