I confess I haven’t been to confession in a very long time. I’m not sure why since the last time I went was a joyous experience.
For some reason, something I did long before I became Catholic came back to haunt me. I was racked with guilt. I finally made an appointment with our parish priest. We sat down facing each other and I spilled my guts. Literally. It poured out of me like I had been sliced open.
When I finally finished he looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Why is this bothering you now?” I didn’t know. Even though at the time I did this, I knew it was wrong, but maybe the enormity of it didn’t sink in until I was well into my faith.
The priest and I chatted for awhile. He told me what my prayers should focus on and he gave me absolution. I stopped in the chapel for a few minutes and I went home. By the time I got there I was practically doing cartwheels! I was bouncing around our house in a cleansed boogie! I picked up the phone and called him. I could barely describe to him how I felt. We both laughed and I thanked him.
So I need to go. I need to go find a priest, sit him down and spill my guts. I have no idea why I haven’t done it before, but I look forward to doing the cleansed boogie again!
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