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As I fight zealously to become a saint, I wonder about things like this, and any insight would be much appreciated.
Before I found Christ, putting it bluntly, I developed a habit of lying – and it served primarily as a mechanism for self-defense, both at home and at school. The question of conscious consent to lies aside, I wonder if it is a venial sin, heavier or less so, or rather an imperfection, to say a lie in moments when I neither (a) consider the words or (b) consent to them? Is it a sin by the nature of the act? (There are still moments, very rare, but existing, in which I realize that I lied a millisecond after the lie has come out of my mouth, and my whole body grieves. Sin or no…?)
The same applies to questions of pride or vanity. My whole body, and my spirit, rebel against manifestations of either: I wish deeply to be perfectly humble, in the footsteps of Mama Mary. Also out of habit, there will be moments in which, for example, I’m not asked to do the reading at Mass and my heart says, immediately, faster than the snap of fingers, Oh, no! How tragic! (The reaction is vain.) My mind, at the exact same instance, rejects that emotion (even though, because it is so intense of an emotion, it doesn’t go away right away), saying, Stop. Stop. Stop. Humility. Humility. Humility. Sometimes I will continue to feel hurt, even though I really, really, really wish I didn’t. Sin, imperfection?
How do I judge if it’s actually a sin?
And any suggestions on how to fight something that is engrained into myself from a previous life? How to overcome that? I don’t want any of it.
Gracias!
Before I found Christ, putting it bluntly, I developed a habit of lying – and it served primarily as a mechanism for self-defense, both at home and at school. The question of conscious consent to lies aside, I wonder if it is a venial sin, heavier or less so, or rather an imperfection, to say a lie in moments when I neither (a) consider the words or (b) consent to them? Is it a sin by the nature of the act? (There are still moments, very rare, but existing, in which I realize that I lied a millisecond after the lie has come out of my mouth, and my whole body grieves. Sin or no…?)
The same applies to questions of pride or vanity. My whole body, and my spirit, rebel against manifestations of either: I wish deeply to be perfectly humble, in the footsteps of Mama Mary. Also out of habit, there will be moments in which, for example, I’m not asked to do the reading at Mass and my heart says, immediately, faster than the snap of fingers, Oh, no! How tragic! (The reaction is vain.) My mind, at the exact same instance, rejects that emotion (even though, because it is so intense of an emotion, it doesn’t go away right away), saying, Stop. Stop. Stop. Humility. Humility. Humility. Sometimes I will continue to feel hurt, even though I really, really, really wish I didn’t. Sin, imperfection?
How do I judge if it’s actually a sin?
And any suggestions on how to fight something that is engrained into myself from a previous life? How to overcome that? I don’t want any of it.
Gracias!