As I said in my previous blog entry, I had gone to confession the day before. It wasn’t planned. In fact, I walked passed the confessional and saw the priest standing there alone. In my hand, I was holding a rosary I had made sometime ago, which wasn’t blessed yet. So, I asked him to bless it.
After the blessing, I told the priest I hadn’t intended to confess because I had just gone the day before. But, realizing my sin, I felt compelled to do so. Interestingly, I felt pulled by the Holy Spirit to confess that I had “cut someone off” on the way to church that very same day. I could describe what I did, but I was lost on the sin. I didn’t know what sin I’d committed.
Then, a little miracle took hold of the moment. The priest, with great attention and reverence, mentioned the word “love.” It was a sin of lack of love! I was overwhelmed by the moment and felt the love he was giving back to me for what is probably the most numerous of all our sins.
Christ tells us that we must “love one another.” How could I miss that? Was I less loving than I ever thought I was. The moment wasn’t lost on me. I made a conscious effort to look upon everyone with more love. I know it’s hard, but it’s what we have to do, everywhere, with everyone, all the time.
It’s a given…
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