Why I Love Confession

"God the father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son…"

Kneeling in the creaky confessional, I realized that this moment is my favorite moment in all the world. And that those words are the most beautiful I have ever heard.

Confession, for me, is always super uncomfortable. Do you ever kinda get annoyed with yourself 'cause it seems like confess the same stupid stuff each time you go?

Yeah. Me too.

It's tough going to the same priest for the same things each time. It's almost as tough going to a total stranger and wondering a little in the back of your mind what kind of first impression you're giving.

Once, I went to a completely different parish for confession, just because. And the priest there did something that made me suddenly understand the sacrament.

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Out of Control

Steering wheel - Photo: via r.nial.bradshaw via FlickrI hate being sick.

But it's not the runny nose or stuffed up head that gets to me. I was actually quite sick a couple weekends ago and what bothered me most was losing my voice.

That and being dizzy.

Cause those are two things where my body is totally out of my control. Try as I might, I simply couldn't say anything that didn't sound like I was going through puberty all over again. Nothing I could do would stop the dizziness.

I was pretty miserable, to be honest.

And, as happens when you're laid up in bed for a couple days, I got to thinking. And I realized that what I dislike most about being sick carries over to the rest of my life as well.

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Mary: The First Disciple

maryI was listening to a scriptural Rosary Thursday while driving, and something during the Wedding at Cana readings caught my attention.

When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, "They have no wine." And Jesus said to her, "… My hour has not yet come." His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."  (Jn 2:3-5)

Imagine you're Mary. They must have been close friends of the groom, because even the head waiter didn't know they'd run out of wine. It's not exactly something you broadcast to the whole party.

Your good friend just ran out of wine at his wedding, so you tell your Son (who happens to be God) about it, obviously so that he does something about it. He does, of course, and in the Gospel, Mary displays complete confidence that he will: "Do whatever he tells you."

By the way, mad props to Mary: she knew Jesus was God, but disagreed with him anyway on behalf of her friend.  And Jesus did it.  Powerful intercessor.  Just saying.

But even this isn't what I find most amazing.

What I find coolest about this story is the thirty years before it.

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Gift Card

visiting-cards-backgrounds-gift-card-premium-psd-e1355542936960I love gift cards.

They're great. You go somewhere and instead of having to spend your hard-earned money, you just pull out your gift card and voila! All taken care of.

I know it's also money but the point is: gift cards are awesome and we're always grateful to get them. And we're usually a little more careful how we spend them.

Slight change of subject: I don't know about you, but I prefer using my bank card or credit card over using cash. It's more convenient and I find it easier to see where my money is going. Stuff like that.

Now, it's easy to think of our money as ours.

You earned it, you pay taxes on it, you feed yourself and your family with it.

If someone stole it you'd be upset.

'Course you would: it's your money.

That's a very natural way to think and be, but we as baptized Christians are called to be more, to be supernatural.

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LOL

laughing_jesusI’ve had a bad week.

It’s not a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad week of Alexandrian proportions.

Just kind of a yucky, stressful, rotten one.

Basically I’ve been having troubles with my truck and who I’m making payments to.  I won’t bore you with the details, but long story short, I was forced to pay late and had to take a trip to the dealership right after I got off work one day.

Only problem: I was scheduled to go to a Core Team meeting for our youth group right after work.

So, naturally, I texted the youth minister (who also is one of my best friends).  Something along the lines of “hey man I might be late tonight. Late on a car payment and I’ve got to go to the dealership to sort it out lol.”

I didn’t think anything of it, but later my friend told me he was surprised at the “lol”.

“That’s not a ‘lol’ moment!” he said.

I thought for a second and realized that he was probably right.  Most people wouldn’t “lol” at being late on a car payment or having to deal with lifey stuff they don’t want to deal with.

Then again, I’m not most people, and neither are you.

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