Wait. Yes it is. It comes all too naturally to me.
I no sooner walk out of confession, clean as a whistle, than I’m back at it, somehow.
But the worst thing is the recurring sins, the habits that become instilled and almost invisible. From conversations I’ve had with people who avoid confession almost as much as I do, those sins–the ones you have to re-confess–are the ones that keep them away.
There is a moment in Mass when I struggle. Every time. I may not always cry, but I always catch myself, even now, 13 years later.
“Lord, I am not worthy…”
Because how well I know the truth of that statement. I’m not worthy. I never will be or can be worthy.
Except yes I am. Yes I can.
So what difference does it make that Catholics celebrate the Sacraments of Reconciliation and the Anointing of the Sick? It means that we encounter God in our brokenness. Our world despises brokenness and, indeed, brokenness is not something to relish. Our faith, however, teaches us that it is in our brokenness that we are most capable of recognizing the presence of God in our midst. This is why we keep crucifixes in our homes. We look to a symbol of brokenness to represent our salvation. It was through Jesus’ brokenness and his Resurrection that we are saved. When we are broken by sin or by the burden of serious illness, we turn to God in all of our vulnerability for healing. The sacraments of healing smooth over the spiritual potholes that prevent us from journeying to the Lord.
I need to be healed. I’m broken.
And though I may advance and get better, there’s always more.
Thank God for the sacraments of healing.