Greg writes about the feeling of futility he gets before a Confession and being unafraid to accept God’s Grace in this Sacrament.
And there I was again. Waiting outside the confessional, in line once again for my monthly reconciliation. Many things go through my head. I join the queue, rejoicing mentally when the queue is short and I don’t have to wait. Then, I look at the name of the priest outside the confessional. Sometimes, I would groan inwardly.
“Oh my gosh, this priest is NOT a good confessor.”
“Oh no, Fr _____ knows me too well!! Argh…it’ll be SOOOOO awkward”
“I hope they don’t recognise my voice”
And occasionally, “YES! Just who I was praying for!”
Continue reading “Thoughts Before a Confession”
Chris shares a reflection he had whilst queuing for the Sacrament of Reconciliation
In a few weeks’ time, parishes around Singapore will be holding the annual Lenten Reconciliation Service. This is an important time when we take-stock of our lives, recognise the areas where we have sinned and prepare ourselves for the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. Indeed, it is a timely juncture for pause, a period for recollection and a space to redirect our inner dispositions towards Christ; it is a moment where we deeply acknowledge our failings, confess our sins and gratefully receive liberation from the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Along with the Sacrament of the Holy Eucharist, I have always found Confession to be one of the most humbling experiences of the Catholic Faith. The Sacrament of Reconciliation gives me the opportunity to tangibly partake in God’s unconditional love for me.
Continue reading “The Discomforts of Waiting for Confession”
Garrett shares a reflection he had while queuing for the Sacrament of Reconciliation.
I arrived in the mostly empty main church hall about half-an-hour before Mass. With an inward sigh of relief, I saw that the queue for the Sacrament of Reconciliation was mostly empty. Only one other person was sitting in the pew placed strategically outside the Confessionals, an elderly lady. Giving her a smile, I sat down.
The priests of our parish usually start hearing confessions about fifteen minutes before Mass, but if you allowed the queue to build up, you might find yourself attending Mass without having received the Sacrament. So being second in line pretty much guaranteed my chances. Continue reading “Thoughts in the Confession Queue”