Lent is a great time to consider the other “wrong turns” I’ve made recently. Preparing for the Sacrament of Reconciliation is never a struggle for me. I don’t really obsess about my sins, but as the opportunity for the sacrament approaches, they seem to rise to the surface of my consciousness. It’s a good thing – a helpful grace, I think. Usually, I find myself trying to find some pattern in the list of nitty-gritty failings, both to save Father some time, and work on what’s really at the heart of my failings. There is always a bigger picture – some "tragic flaw" that keeps holding me back in my quest for holiness. That’s why I can honestly say that I love my sins – even as I repent. They are often my best teachers. Without a little red ink on the paper, how can you see what went wrong? How can you aim for a better version of your self – the self GOD made you to be? My sins have changed over the years, but they never cease to remind me that all is grace. GOD never leaves me lost – so far off the path that I can’t turn around. Being open to the sacrament is like being willing to stop and ask for directions. And like the road I found myself on the other afternoon, there is a strange beauty in our sins. They, like nothing else, turn our hearts to the only One who can make all things new again (Revelation 21:5) – wash us bright as snow (Psalm 51:9).
Blessings and love to you all…
- Sister Vicki