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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Looking for Self Esteem
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4 comments:
- BlogDog said...
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What if you'd said "flogged myself" instead? that could be construed as acts of contrition right there.
- 10/20/10, 10:46 AM
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Back in gradeschool I confessed a sin that I planned to commit.
The priest asked me when I did it, and I told him that it was still in the planning stages.
That triggered a lengthy discussion about lack of contrition and regret, the need to avoid sins and not plan them, etc. - 10/20/10, 1:24 PM
- Rodger the Real King of France said...
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".. still in the planning statges!" OMFG! You win the major prize.
- 10/20/10, 1:47 PM
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I've been to confession about 3-4 times, and always because my whole class was herded into it. The last time I went, it had been about a year since the previous one.
Now, being a bright kid, I remembered that a teacher had said that a good Catholic should go every six months. But it had been a full year! While waiting in line, my mind blew this trivial fact up into a problem of major proportions. Stealing a stick of gum is one thing, but skipping the sacrament of Reconciliation? That's like failing to appear for court. The priest would be mad at me!
My mind, ever working, immediately proposed a solution. Just tell the priest it had been six months! Until then, it had never occurred to me that one could lie during confession. It was like a Get Out of Jail Free card!
Now, when you begin your confession with a lie, it can only go downhill from there. I glossed over my record of transgressions, omitting some and making up others so that I wouldn't come off as too perfect and make him suspicious.
I received the usual three Hail Marys and an Act of Contrition. When I joined the others at the altar rail, we compared our sentences like a bunch of prison inmates. There were a few, all girls, who skipped the altar rail and went right to the pew, implying that they had been given no prayers to say. I remember thinking that they must have been the biggest liars of all.
Maybe someday you'll get to hear my Confirmation story... - 10/20/10, 2:59 PM