The Sacrament of Reconciliation is always a blessing. But this past weekend, I was especially blessed by going to Confession. I was at a meeting at St. Pat's.
I've been to this particular Church numerous times because they have Eucharistic Adoration, 24/7. I've also been to Confession there because I like the Jesuit Confessor. Since I was at St. Pat's for my meeting, and it ended just as Confessions were being heard, I thought I'd take the opportunity to receive this Sacrament.
I try to be last, so that I'd get a little more spiritual advice than usual. I just tell Father that I'm the last one and we can talk for a little while longer. That's also why I prefer to go to Confession face to face.
So, there I am walking into the room and I walk around the screen to sit down in front of Father, when I am taken aback. Father was startled also. We knew each other. Father even called me by name. (And actually, if I knew Father David Goodrow was the Confessor, I wouldn't have gone to him--I'd rather go to someone I don't know.) But it was OK. It was better than OK. Because Father knew me, we could dialogue without too much explanation because he know whereof and whatof, I spoke.
Good is good. He meets my needs. (Philippians 4: 19)
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