I confess I have wandered away from confession. Growing up I attended Catholic schools. Confession was woven into our school rhythm. Regularly we would walk to church, file into the pew, and take our turn in the confessional. I remember waiting. While kneeling in the pew, I would weigh out my options. Rather than unload my guilt and shame, I considered making up something or I would sit with my sins weighing out how little…
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