Never withhold a grave sin during Confession! August 18, 2015Posted by Tantumblogo in awesomeness, Basics, catachesis, General Catholic, Glory, Grace, Interior Life, manhood, priests, Sacraments, Saints, sanctity, Tradition, true leadership, Virtue.
I like this reminder, I think it’s very good. Don’t be embarrassed to confess some sin, no matter how grave or mortifying! In all likelihood, the priest has no idea who you are, anyway, but even if he did, they don’t remember, and even if they did that……so what?!? They’ve heard worse, likely from me. That embarrassment is a subtle form of pride, in a perverse way exalting yourself as so awesome your sins are above everyone else’s.
An edifying episode from the life of St. John Bosco:
A fifteen-year-old boy in Turin, Italy was about to die. He called for Don Bosco, but the saint was not able to make it in time. Another priest heard the boy’s confession and the boy died.
When Don Bosco returned to Turin, he set out at once to see the boy.
When told that the boy was dead, he insisted that it was “just a misunderstanding.”
After a moment of prayer in the room of the dead child, Don Bosco suddenly cried out: “Charles! Rise!”
To the utter amazement of all present, the boy stirred, opened his eyes, and sat up. Seeing Don Bosco, his eyes lit up.
“Father, I should now be in Hell!” gasped the boy. “Two weeks ago I was with a bad companion who led me into sin and at my last confession, I was afraid to tell everything… Oh, I’ve just come out of a horrible dream! I dreamt I was standing on the edge of a horrible pit of flames surrounded by a horde of devils.
They were about to throw me into the flames when a beautiful Lady appeared and stopped them. ‘There’s still hope for you, Charles,’ she told me. ‘You have not yet been judged!’
At that moment I heard you calling me. Oh, Don Bosco! What a joy to see you again! Will you please hear my confession?”
The boy looked away for a moment and his eyes grew moist with tears. An expectant hush fell over the room. “Don Bosco,” he said at last, “I’d rather go to Heaven.”
The mourners watched in amazement as Charles leaned back on the pillows, closed his eyes, and settled once more into the stillness of death.
I love Saint stories. That’s a very good one.
From certain angles he looks like a certain local traditional priest, doesn’t he? Their manner is very much the same, as well!