I must have been about 7 years old when I made my first communion in the Catholic Church. But before I did that, I had to make my first confession.
There I was, sitting in a hard wooden pew trying to think of things I’d done wrong so that I’d have something to say. I knew you had to go in with something so I even considered making a few things up. I later learned that this is exactly what my mom did.
Ironic when you think about it. Committing the sin of lying while you’re confessing sins.
Anyway, I threw the priest a few of the things I knew were “sinful”- swearing (which I learned from my brother), Not being nice to my siblings, what have you. He gave me a few prayers to say and that was that.
I share this because confession is actually a very powerful sacrament. Where it goes awry is with the idea that someone else is responsible for relieving the burden.
In the church, it’s the priest that’s the conduit for god.
In our lives, we often need someone else to forgive us before we’ll forgive ourselves.
But isn’t it better if we cut out the middle man, because he or she serves no other purpose than gumming up the works and slowing down the process. And all the while you’re the one left holding the bag- carrying the weight of guilt and shame.
You are the authority in your life. What you carry and what you release is entirely up to you.
Through forgiveness...
Doesn’t that sound a whole lot better than lugging all that weight until you find someone else to hand it off to?
What’s one more thing you can forgive today?
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