Acts of Forgiveness
It's been such a long time since my last blog, that I am almost embarrassed to crawl back here. I feel like I have failed as a Catholic to uphold one of my sacrifices. The one about going to confession. That awful feeling of having to show up in that little curtained booth and proclaim to the faceless priest across the filigreed wood panel: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been {{{{long, pensive pause}}} blank months/years since my last confession. Frown. Awkward silence. Then a toneless voice..."Go on, my child." Now, instead of arranging my sins in order of lesser evils in my head, I'm more struck by the fact that a man of the cloth, sworn by antiquated laws to a life of celibacy, is calling me his child. I wonder if it's weird for him, too. But then I start because, well, isn't that what I came in here for - some kind of human-to-God-to-middle-man absolution of my sins? And at the end of this tell-all, I will get my prescribed count...