The Love of Jesus
I wanted to make a good confession, so that night I sat down in front of the computer and started typing out my sins. They went on. And on. And on. I discovered I had committed every sin imaginable, short of murder, though I was perhaps guilty of that too. When you think something in your head and want it with your heart, the deed is as good as done, and I had committed genocide in heart and mind!
I was horrified! Not so much by the sheer volume of my sins, but by the fact that I hadn't even realized that I had been doing anything wrong.
The next day I went to Fr. John and made my confession. At the end of it, he told me to say a rosary as penance. I was shocked. A rosary! Just a rosary! For 25 years of sinning!!
"That's not enough," I said.
"What do you suggest?" he asked mildly.
"I don't know. Make it 25 rosaries; one for each year I've been away from God."
The priest said okay, but I couldn't help feeling I was still getting off light. This wasn't justice in my world. I wanted to be lashed, scourged, made to carry a cross, even be crucified.
Fr. John was a wise man and he seemed to discern what I was thinking.
"Aneel," he said. "I want you to know something. This is not punishment. Your sins have been forgiven. All of them. Jesus paid the price for them when he died on the cross."
It was at that moment that the full love of Jesus struck me and I swore to myself that I would never, ever do anything in my life to hurt this wonderful man again.
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