I went to mass this morning. I took communion this morning. This evening I decided to take a walk and it just so happened that I was going to be in time for evening mass so I went in. I noticed the priest with his purple stole sitting across from an empty chair and though, ah why not. ( I was still relatively good since my last confession but extra grace never hurts, so I went to confession. The guitarists were setting up so I said my penance and left.
And Confession is supposed to make one feel better, that is odd because I feel absolutely horrible after wards. And you know what the priest was very good and kind and absolutely orthodox about it, and yet I feel absolutely horrible. I wonder if that was because having taken communion this morning I could take it again in the evening My sacrament felt a little incomplete, I fuess
Scripture to keep in mind
Six things there are, which the Lord hateth, and the seventh his soul detesteth:  Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood,  A heart that deviseth wicked plots, feet that are swift to run into mischief, A deceitful witness that uttereth lies, and him that soweth discord among brethren.  My son, keep the commandments of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother. ***Cf:Douay-Rheims Proverbs 6: 16-20
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