I just returned from Confession. There was no line today, and I spent about 10 minutes with a very wise and kind Indian priest. He said those awesome words, “I absolve you….” Then it was over. I left feeling, as always, so clean and free — ready to make a new start.
That’s all this Miracle of Grace cost me….ten minutes with a holy priest.
Then I went to the adoration chapel. I went to thank Jesus, and looking at Him in the monstrance, was so lovely. But then I looked above, at the crucifix on the wall.
There He was, hands and feet nailed to the Cross, side pierced with a lance, head crowned with thorns, body beaten almost beyond recognition.
And I, purified by that Precious Blood which had poured forth from all His Wounds, and somehow mystically still pours over me when I am absolved from my sins, thought about all the Saturdays I put off going to Confession.
You see? I was in the midst of a project at home, and didn’t want to stop and run off to Church in mid-afternoon. And then there was the shopping I had to get done, or the dinner party I had to get ready for… And oh well, I’ll just go next Saturday……or the one after that!
Oh Jesus, I am so sorry for all the times I’ve put my foolishness before You. You Who should be first in my heart and in my thoughts at every moment.
This great Sacrament which cost You Your Very Life always makes my soul more beautiful by Your Grace, and thereby unites me so much closer to You each time that I receive it.
One day, life will be over, and I will never again have this privilege of humbly kneeling before You, in the person of the priest, and unburdening my soul.
I love You, and I thank You for giving Your Life for me. Let me never forget The Cost of Mercy:
For You — Everything!
For me — ten minutes on a Saturday afternoon.