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Trelow
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If it bothers your conscience then you aught to confess it.
Mother Angelica had a great thought that goes with this that I’d like to share:
The sinner, falling into a mud puddle (sin) relishes in it. He can’t think of anything better, wallowing around and thoroughly enjoying themselves. The average person sits in the mud puddle, bemoaning his fate. They’re upset with falling into it, wondering what they could have done to avoid it. They sit there, brooding over it. The saint, seeing himself in the mud puddle, picks himself up (or asks for help getting up), gets themselves cleaned up, and resolves to try and avoid that puddle in the future.
Mother Angelica had a great thought that goes with this that I’d like to share:
The sinner, falling into a mud puddle (sin) relishes in it. He can’t think of anything better, wallowing around and thoroughly enjoying themselves. The average person sits in the mud puddle, bemoaning his fate. They’re upset with falling into it, wondering what they could have done to avoid it. They sit there, brooding over it. The saint, seeing himself in the mud puddle, picks himself up (or asks for help getting up), gets themselves cleaned up, and resolves to try and avoid that puddle in the future.