Last weekend I made a promise on Terry's blog that I would attend confession this upcoming Saturday. I have every intention of keeping that promise despite the jitters that intensify as the day approaches. Quite frankly I NEED to go to confession. It has been a while.
I'm somewhat apprehensive about the whole thing. But why? I've been a Catholic all my life and I've been to confessions many times before and more than likely many times again.
The cowardly part of me looks back on that promise as a kick in the rear-end bearing my own shoe print. But the better part of me reveals that it should not have taken a public promise of any kind to drive me into the confessional to receive the sacrament of reconciliation.
A long time ago I attended confession and went through the process with a very kind priest. When the time came to say the act of contrition, I was so nervous I completely froze up. I can't even remember what came out of my mouth.
Anyway, don't feel sorry for me. This is good for the soul...literally. So there I shall be this Saturday.
Please, no cameras.