CHRIST CENTERED CONVERSATIONS

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 voic