Tonight I returned to Confession and again left feeling incredible.
Usually our parish Confession times are quite limited (20 minutes on Saturday, during Mass, or by appointment)– so I had to take advantage of the evening extended hours during Holy Week.
Different confessional this time, different priest.
Still amazing.
This time I switched it up and did use a list format: three specific sins, briefly described. I used the handy booklet available to peruse whilst I waited in line. It was a long time tonight– it was great to see so many and I even recognized a few people.
This time as he listened, I heard him going “Mmm-hmm,” and I pictured him nodding his head in empathy. I told him three things that have been bothering me the most– I was very honest.
And despite him being a priest– there was no chastising.
Instead, support.
He said that he hears that these things are causing me “suffering and struggle.” He understood I wasn’t trying to disobey God or not do the right thing, but that these were problems– things I wanted fix. Feelings that are bothering me, habits I feel stuck in and am not sure how to quit.
Father advised me to talk Jesus about it– but he said the most wonderful thing.
“I can’t promise he will fix these overnight, that’s not usually how Jesus rolls.”
But that regardless, Jesus wants to know what’s on my heart. He wants to comfort me.
“Offer it up to him,” Father said.
What I heard from Father was humility.
He did offer me absolution– he directly forgave those sins. He did give me a small Penance.
But he reminded me that if I want to pursue change, if I want to find true peace– Jesus is the man.
Like a basketball player passing the ball to a player who can land the three-point shot!
That’s Jesus.
It felt like I was on the same team with them– I didn’t feel less than. Like he’s a priest and I’m just a sinner. I felt like Father understood my pain.
I felt part of a community.
This Confession was quicker. No crying, no heavy emotion.
But I left with a giant smile.
I love this feeling.
Talking to your best friends is wonderful too.
But there’s something on another level about formally confessing to a priest.
I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety a long time.
Maybe part of the relief I’m seeking is right there— I just have to be willing.
Confession asks you to not just be accountable– but vulnerable.
I trust these priests.
For months now, I’ve been feeling as if my struggles are a burden I need to keep to myself, that I don’t want to bother my family or friends with them. That what I felt was too much for them.
And literally, these priests have chosen a vocation to do just that: to hear confessions, to absolve sins. What strength it must take for them to quietly listen to us. I’m awe of how much they love God, Jesus, the Blessed Mother, and our parish– to commit to such deep service.
The best part is, you can do this anonymously. It gives you a freedom to speak your heart.
The Holy Spirit guided me into Confession– it’s a true gift. A gift I’m comprehending on a new level.
And by confessing to them, I’m getting to know THEM, too. Beyond the Homilies, beyond a quick at Mass.
Makes me want to serve my parish.
My soul is opening up, just like my heart.
Through Mass, the Rosary, Confession, Adoration, stewardship– I’m building a new relationship with Jesus. I’m not just demanding of him, “Fix this!” I’m showing Him that I care about him, too. That it’s reciprocal. That I want to spend time with him, that I know he’s busy. That I don’t expect him to always do what I want. That maybe He really does have wisdom and it’s worth my patience to seek that wisdom.
I want this kind of experience more than once or twice a year.
It’s a wonderful new thing to cultivate.
What a blessed Holy Week it’s been, indeed.
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